napping with your lover feels so soft and gentle. even when you’re unconscious you can still feel all the love they hold for you in their heart. i always wonder if being buried with them would feel the exact same
when Virginia Woolf said, “I need solitude. I need space. I need air. I need the empty fields round me; and my legs pounding along roads; and sleep; and animal existence”
you must come with me, loving me, to death; or else hate me, and still come with me, and hating me through death and after. there is no such thing as indifference in my apathetic nature.
“If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me on this subject forever.”