Venezuelan literature student with a bookshelf fetish and a passion for books. Español + english posts
She felt prisoned. Through the bars of the prison, through the sleep haze that deflected them, blunt arrows bruised her; of love, then of hate. She fell back lifeless.
Virginia Woolf,Between The Acts. (via violentwavesofemotion)
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