julio 7, 2013

…and I talked at dinner perpetually because I thought irritatingly empty words were precisely what they deserved; they deserved each naked phrase I could possibly utter at the time. They were not worthy of my silence.

Virginia Woolf, from Selected Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)

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