"The truth is that I need the stimulus of other people. Alone, over my dead fire, I tend to see the thin places in my own stories. The real novelist, the perfectly simple human being, could go on, indefinitely, imagining. He would not integrate, as I do. He would not have this devastating sense of grey ashes in a burnt-out grate. Some blind flaps in my eyes. Everything becomes impervious. I cease to invent."
Virginia Woolf, The Waves
June172009
pretty much the cutest picture of Ewan McGregor I have ever come across.I love him.
LOVE.
HOLY CRAP THERE ARE SO MANY THINGS RIGHT WITH THIS PICTURE.
:: KITTY. SCRUFF. HALF-SMILE. ONE ORANGE OFF THE PLATE. FINGERS. COW-LICK. X 203948208308203520843.
Reblogged from Phantasmagoria.
