“ I am outraged at the peculiar repulsiveness of those who dabble their fingers self-approvingly in the stuff of others’ souls. I might only scratch the surface of what I overall feel but - I feel like more and more I come to loathe any dominion of one over another; any leadership, any imposition of the will. Is it chiefly intellectual snobbery that makes me dislike most people? I don’t know. I know that I am full of anger. ”
by Virginia Woolf, The Diary Of Virginia Woolf, Volume One 1915-1919 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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“ […] and I now lie in shaking despair, staring ceaselessly at the ceiling. I frightfully feel as though death’s particularly rotten kiss has always craved my mouth. ”
by Virginia Woolf, A Passionate Apprentice: The Early Journals 1897-1909 (via violentwavesofemotion)