"

Dearest,
I feel certain I’m that going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can’t concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don’t think two people could have been happier till this terrible disease came. I can’t fight it any longer, I know I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can’t even writhe this properly. I can’t read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that — everybody knows it. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can’t go on spoiling your life any longer. I don’t think two people could have been happier than we have been.

V.

"

Virginia Woolf’s suicide note to her husband Leonard.

  1. kasetophono reblogged this from analogplanets
  2. thinkingofexcile reblogged this from alexisloveless
  3. alexisloveless reblogged this from analogplanets
  4. 17septembersss reblogged this from vocal-chord
  5. xxfernwehxx reblogged this from babyorgans
  6. littlewitchprincess reblogged this from babyorgans
  7. weallfuckingsparkle reblogged this from babyorgans
  8. babyorgans reblogged this from analogplanets
  9. 27rachels reblogged this from vocal-chord
  10. vocal-chord reblogged this from tehbrookebear
  11. tehbrookebear reblogged this from gilamonster
  12. gilamonster reblogged this from analogplanets
  13. bitter-cactus reblogged this from analogplanets
  14. analogplanets posted this