Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra
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Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra
[ID: 3 green leaves with text stamped on them. They say "It's so hot and the sky's so blue", "I want people to know me", "but it's so hard to tell them". ]
e.e. cummings, “in the rain” (from Tulips), Complete Poems: 1904-1962
[Text ID: “a single star is uttered,and i
think of you”]
“Wherever you are, and whatever you do, be in love.”
— Rumi
Franz Kafka // Sylvia Plath
“I need to stop fantasizing about running away to some other life and start figuring out the one I have.”
— Holly Black
“But then it passed, as all things do.”
— Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed
—The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde
“you’re so polite with your sadness. you don’t want to ruin this for anyone.”
— — Silas Melvin, from “Twenty,” Grit
“There is love in holding and there is love in letting go.”
— Elizabeth Berg
“I hope one day we can forgive each other for not being what we wanted each other to be”
— Kriti G.
“I think you lost all interest in this world. You were disappointed and discouraged, and lost interest in everything. So you abandoned your physical body. You went to a world apart and you’re living a different kind of life there. In a world inside you.”
— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84
I’m such a slut for casual intimacy. Like yesss rest your chin on my shoulder while we're in line at the grocery store, I live for that shit.
𝙰𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝟷𝟻, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶 -𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹
[ID: August 15. Wasted day. Spent sleeping and lying down. END ID]