witanddelight: Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. — Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us.– Pablo Neruda
I hate this feeling. Like I’m here, but I’m not. Like someone cares. But they...– Ellen Hopkins, Crank.
So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.– Paulo Coelho (via fairylullaby)