“It is late now, I am a bit tired; the sky is irritated by stars…I love you, I love you, I love you…”— Vladimir Nabokov, in a letter to his wife Véra (1926), Letters to Véra (via flannel)
the older i get the more i realize i just don’t want certain types of people around me anymore. some people just stunt your personal growth
even when i can’t see, touch, or hear you no matter how much time goes by, you’re always with me and i fall asleep every night in bliss knowing i didn’t come to earth alone
do you ever wish you could unmeet someone…. like,, we had fun times,, but it’s time for me to wipe my memory Sorry Bud
that before rain feeling when the clouds are puffy and the sky is grey and everything looks slightly foggy and tired and you can smell the rain before it even hits the ground and that is a really good feeling