January 2012
10 posts
You are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing.
– E.E. Cummings (via wingsforlashes)
December 2011
10 posts
for me a work of fiction exists only insofar as it affords me of what I shall...
– Nabokov on LOLITA
November 2011
9 posts
The afternoon had made them tranquil for a while, as if to them a deep memory...
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via durbervillehardy)
I always feel like I’m struggling to become someone else. Like I’m trying to...
– Haruki Murakami (via wailun-deardaydream)
October 2011
5 posts
September 2011
13 posts
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August 2011
15 posts