A Space of Flowers

“No time hath she to sport and play:
A charmèd web she weaves alway.
A curse is on her, if she stay
Her weaving, either night or day,
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
Therefore she weaveth steadily,
Therefore no other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott…”
~Alfred, Lord Tennyson, 1832

There was a star riding through clouds one night, & I said to the star, ‘Consume me’.
Virginia Woolf, The Waves

(Source: vandevorst)


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