My Lolita. Honey-limbed, golden, sparkling river nymph. Lolita. - Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via feellng)

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blameaspartame:

not a phase
klassiker93:

The artist moved to despair at the grandeur of antique fragments (1778–79), Henry Fuseli.

Xiao Wen Ju
I like her. She makes life interesting. She, herself, is interesting, I suppose. She talks right from the heart. I appreciate her frankness and I like the fact that she doesn’t force the natural flow of a conversation. There’s personality in her words. She thus gets to the core of things and that’s important because with her — I can talk knowing that the talk is real! Oh believe me, it’s amazingly real! And she also gives me the opportunity to listen as fully and completely as possible. And I can’t seem to get her out of my head […] - Virginia Woolf, from Selected Letters
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Sam A Harris