Umm. I don't know what to say. I'm Sarah. I love to read and write and I hope to become a journalist when I'm older. I live in a shitty town, but I'm working on getting out. You can ask me stuff or come talk to me. I promise I don't bite.:)
“That’s why I’m singing, baby, don’t worry
Because now I’ve got your back
And every time you feel like crying
I’m gonna try to make you laugh
And if I can’t, if it just hurts too bad
Then we’ll wait for it to pass
And I will keep you company
Through those days so long and black”
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:
I want to make you mine. I want to cook you dinner and bring you home random surprises for no other reason other than you're you. I want to spend hours just talking to you and reading with you and anything else you want. We would take things as slow as you wanted because you are beautiful and you deserve the best there is. I would let you know I loved you and all the reasons why. I would lay with you and listen to your stories and tell you mine when you want. I just was us to be together.