She felt at once a sense of relief. Now that the daylight was extinguished and the air glowed yellow and crimson, she no longer felt absurd. On the contrary, she felt appropriate. For the first time in her life,she had felt appropriate.
—Virginia Woolf,The Years. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
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