omg, remember myspace and the top 8? like if you took someone off they’d be all pissed and i remember at one point I had a top 36 so none of my friends would be mad.
Hello, Paul. You are a perfectly healthy, sane, middle-class male, yet last month, you ran a straight razor across your wrists. Did you cut yourself because you truly wanted to die, or did you just want some attention? Tonight, you’ll show me. The irony is that if you want to die, you just have to stay where you are. If you want to live, you’ll have to cut yourself again. Find a path through the razor wire to the door. But hurry. At three o’clock that door will lock. And then this room becomes your tomb. How much blood will you shed to stay alive, Paul?
Virginia Woolf’s suicide note, written to her husband Leonard.
On 28 March 1941 Virginia Woolf put on her coat, filled the pockets with rocks and walked into the River Ouse near her home and drowned herself. Her body wasn’t found until 18 April 1941. Her husband burried her cremated remains in their garden.
