Woolf Gallery
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laescrituradesatada:Virginia Woolf | En 1938. Fotografía de Barbara Strachey
mybookbath:I am a reader, not because I don’t have a life, but because I chose to have many.Do you s
dearestvita:Vita Sackville-West & Virginia Woolf
kykedyke:Look here Vita — throw over your man, and we’ll go to Hampton Court and dine on the river t
Reading on lake. Life’s simple pleasures. Photo by David Dubnitskiy.“The lake of my mind, unbroken b
soracities:Virginia Woolf, The Waves[Text ID: “I dream; I dream.”]
the-night-picture-collector:Gisèle Freund, Virginia Woolf’s Working Table, Sussex, 1965
foxmouth:A Room of One's Own, 2014 | by Tim BowerVirginia Woolf: “Literature is strewn with the wrec
fuckyeahvirginiawoolf-blog:Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Katherine Mansfield dated 13 February 19
macrolit:Dover books featuring amazing women authorsEmily Dickinson, Virginia Woolf, George Eliot, K
weltenwellen:Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary
urukhai:I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia. I composed a beautiful letter to you in the sle
intimatum:Virginia Woolf, The Years
days-of-reading:Virginia Woolf’s corrected proofs for To The Lighthouse, at the Smith College Rare B
slaughterhouse90210:“So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whet
benkiemphoto:Virginia Woolf’s corrected proofs for To The Lighthouse, at the Smith College Rare Book
againbeholdthestars:Julia Jackson (Virginia Woolf’s mother) by Julia Margaret Cameron (1872).
gnossienne:Virginia Woolf, Night and Day (1919)
nicollekidman:elizabeth debicki as virginia woolf inventing the color blue
medusagirlfriend:Maurice (1987) // Robert Bly, “Taking the Hands” // God’s Own Country (2017) // Mau
gnossienne:Virginia Woolf, Night and Day (1919)
fruitbait:By Susan JamisonDrowning Dress, silk, embroidery, lead weights, 2013 In tribute to Virgini
givemearmstopraywith:“somehow in the streets of London, on the ebb and flow of things, here, there,
macrolit:On this day (28 March) in 1941, Virginia Woolf filled the pockets of her overcoat with rock
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