Virginia Woolf’s suicide note to her husband Leonard before drowning herself.
On 28 March 1941, Virginia Woolf put on her overcoat, filled its pockets with stones, and walked into the River Ouse near her home and drowned herself. Her body was not found until 18 April 1941. Her husband buried her cremated remains under an elm in the garden of Monk’s House.
Anonymous asked: hate, like, ex best friend, best friend, dad, used to have crush on, anyone
Dear person I hate, that is just about all of you. So all I have to say is.. Fuck you guys. I hate you for a reason.
Dear person I like, you’re the best. I am glad you invaded my bubble.
Dear ex best friend, you were always like the rest. Backstabbing cunt, I don’t miss you.
Dear best friend, I love you. You’re a sweet, funny girl. A bit crazy, but I won’t forget you.
Dear dad, my whole life I just.. looked up to you. You are my one and only dad and I am so lucky to have you as my father. You mean the world to me, and you’re the best dad in the whole world. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you more than anything in the whole universe, and I’m glad that we have gotten closer recently.
Dear person I had a crush on, you’re still my baby <3
Dear anyone, analanalanalanalanal.
66wolves asked: can we just keep our ankles in shape? :cc
Seems a bit tough.. but I think we can find a way to do it.
I will write about the following, anonymous or not leave one in my ask box
Dear person I hate,
Dear person I like,
Dear ex bestfriend,
Dear bestfriend,
Dear *anyone*,
Dear Santa,
Dear mom,
Dear dad,
Dear future me,
Dear past me,
Dear person I’m jealous of,
Dear person I had a crush on
do it
(Source: coco-rouge)
66wolves asked: IF I EVER GOT KANKLES ID KILL MYSELF HOLY SHIT
What do you expect when I said we were gonna get fat? We have to get fat enough to where we can roll down hills man! We’re gonna get kankles hahaha. Temporarily at least.

