It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.
Vladimir Nabokov <3
29/5/12
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From my rotting body, flowers shall grow, and I am in them, and that is eternity.
Edvard Munch
28/5/12
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I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Flappers and Philosophers
27/5/12
(via honeysucculents)
