One use for Polaroids.
But why do I notice everything? She thought. Why must I think? She did not want to think. She wanted to force her mind to become a blank and lie back, and accept quietly, tolerantly, whatever came.
Virginia Woolf, The Years (via oscill8wildly)
Optimism is the madness of insisting that all is well when we are miserable.
Voltaire (via room42)