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On such sunny, sad mornings I always feel in my bones that there is a chance yet of my not being excluded from Heaven, and that salvation may be granted to me despite the frozen mud and horror in my heart.
Vladimir Nabokov - Pale Fire (via mirroir)
- me, drinking wine, listening to Lana del Rey, and spending $50 on Amazon lingerie: Aphrodite, this is for you girl.
Credits to: Model Ophelia Overdose 😈
I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.
Franz Kafka, 23 March 1914 (via themindmovement)
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