don't you mind

this horror will grow mild, this darkness light.

[remanence-of-love]

[inthekeyofreason]

[sustancy]

[redrosebab]

[andreatosic]

[librabitch-deactivated20250323]

[shisasan]

if we are not together soon, my love for you, which refuses any other thought to enter my head, would be directed toward an imaginary idea, toward a phantom, toward something totally unattainable and at the same time totally and at all times indispensable; but if this were so it might be enough to rip me out of this world. 

August 4, 1913 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973

[consecuences]

[seabeck]

Bleak December

[consecuences]

[demiiwhiffin]

alright

[gundulablumi]

[consecuences]

[wild-cabins]

Brendan Lynch

[shisasan]

I: love you without end.

14 July 1926 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

[unorcadox]

[consecuences]