I suppose it is good for the soul to be hurt and perplexed perpetually. I know at least that I miss you damnably: that is a good fixed star. I do, Virginia; and would rather be hurt by that, and have something solid to hold on to, than flounder in a quicksand that never bruises but only smothers.

Vita Sackville-West in a letter to Virginia Woolf, 9 February 1927 (via courcel)

silk sleeves flutter in the boywind, girlwind, swirling
wind-of-what-I’m-not, what the I doesn’t know
of what it wants, wants to be

Reginald Shepherd (via uutpoetry)