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For now she need not think about anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what she now often felt the need of - to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others.

—To the Lighthouse, Virginia Woolf (via filthiestlaugh)

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