What is the use, she thought, of trying to tell people about one’s past? What is one’s past? She stared at the pot with the blue knot loosely tied in the yellow glaze. Why did I come, she thought, when they only laugh at me?
Virginia Woolf,The Years. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)

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