Once she knows how to read there’s only one thing you can teach her to believe in—and that is herself.
—
from Monday or Tuesday by Virginia Woolf
when the night cries.
look to the sky.
star shine.
thousands at a glance with the lullaby.
a poet says then.
here’s the beginning of the story.
with no ends.
—
the twinkle that fluttered a long time. (via lovesundercurrents)
