artmonia:

Replaceface.

Activity of mind, I think, is the only thing that keeps one’s life going, unless one has a larger emotional activity of some other kind. One’s mind that’s like a restless steamer paddle urging the ship along, tho’ the wind is non-existent and the sea is as still as glass. What a force a human being is! There are worse solitudes than drift ice, and yet this eternal throbbing heat and energy of one’s mind thaws a pathway through; and open sea and land shall come in time. Think though, what man is midst fields and woods. A solitary creature dependent on winds and tides, and yet somehow suppressing the might of a spark in his brain. What nonsense to write!

Virginia Woolf, The Early Journals, 1897 - 1909. 

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As long as she lived that ecstasy was going to be hers. She would live for it, work for it, die for it; but she was going to have it, time after time, height after height. She could hear the crash of the orchestra again, and she rose on the brasses. She would have it, what the trumpets were singing! She would have it, have it – it!

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But the books are the things that I enjoy — on the whole — most. I feel sometimes for hours together as though the physical stuff of my brain were expanding, larger and larger, throbbing quicker and quicker with new blood — and there is no more delicious sensation than this.

Virginia Woolf, The Early Journals 1897 - 1906.

Ambition, especially applied to women, has a negative connotation. It implies that you’re willing to step on other people, which is definitely not the truth. It’s perceived as unfeminine. We’re supposed to say, ‘Oh, it just happened to me. I’m so lucky.

Renée Fleming

operaswag:

You don’t even have to list your last name.  I just did an initial. 

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operaswag:

Bess requested this.  For all future “da fuq is wrong with you” reactions. 

This is so perfect. I think I’m going to start going through my youtube vids…you may have some requests coming your way…