"My roots go down to the depths of the world, through earth dry with brick, and damp earth, through..."

“My roots go down to the depths of the world, through earth dry with brick, and damp earth, through veins of lead and silver. I am all fibre. All tremors shake me, and the weight of the earth is pressed to my ribs.”

- Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via thatkindofwoman)