I'm reading Virginia Woolf's The Waves right now. Her writing, combined with being in Little Rock, which, for me, is the angst capital of the world, is making me all...
something that I can't find words for.
You'll call it angst.
All I wanna do is quote a little bit...
"Now, too, the time is coming when we shall leave school and wear long skirts. I shall wear necklaces and a whte dress without sleeves at night. There will be parties in brilliant rooms; and one man will single me out and will tell me what he has told no other person. He will like me better than Susan or Rhoda. He will find in me some quality, some peculiar thing. But I shall not let myself be attatched to one person only. I do not what to be fixed, to be pinioned. I tremble, I quiver, like the leave in the hedge, as I sit dangling my feet, on the edge of the bed, with a new day to break open."
"But nature is too vegetable, too vapid. She has only sublimities and vastitudes and water and leaves. I begin to wish for firelight, privacy, and the limbs of one person."
-The Waves
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