[timotaychalamet]

[earthling555]

[serialstranger]

[thedudeleftthebuilding-deactiva]

Champs-Élysées, Paris, 1951 by Bert Hardy

[birdasaurus]

[sevensaltedalmonds-deactivated2]

“and I mean you and nobody but you.”

— Charles Bukowski, from You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense; “Relentless as the Tarantula,”

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[everydayaposter]

[sundayhabit]

[juliettamour]

[roseydoux]

[warriorprose]

[bl-ossomed]

“She’s never where she is. She’s only inside her head.”

— White Oleander by Janet Fitch (via literarylines)

[ana-elisabeta]

[finita-la-commedia]

“I love you. Infinitely and inexpressibly. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night and here I am writing this. My love, my happiness.” –  Vladimir Nabokov, from a letter to Vera (January 19, 1925), featured in “Letters To Vera” by Vladimir Nabokov (Russian, 1899-1977)

[lavendergin]

[theloversanddriftersclub]

[moorfields-deactivated20201122]

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