Look here, Vita - throw over your man, and we´ll go to Hampton Court and dine on the river together and walk in the garden in the moonlight and come home late and have a bottle of wine and get tipsy, and I´ll tell you all the things I have in my head, millions, myriads - They won´t stir by day, only by dark on the river. Think of that. Throw over your man, I say, and come.
Virginia Woolf, in a letter to Vita Sackville-West (1927). (via bravenewwhatever)
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