brightindie:
you fall in love with the little things about someone, like the sound of their laughter and the way their smile forms.
(Source: indiedreams)
Kill your curiosity. Kiss me already.
—“Hesitation (Six Word Story)” - Nishat Ahmed (via
sickwithsyllables)
henrkholm:
call me by your name, andré aciman.
I dreamt of you last night—as if I was playing the piano and you were turning the pages for me.
—
Vladimir Nabokov, in a letter to Véra Nabokov, 12 January 1924,
Letters to Véra, ed. and transl. Olga Voronina and Brian Boyd (Alfred A. Knopf, 2014)
(Source: memoryslandscape)
shawtyinblack:
*day dreams about you*
*night dreams about you*
*afternoon dreams about you*
*evening dreams about you*
It’s pouring, the trees are getting greener before my eyes, I love you. I’m almost afraid of the intensity of this happiness.
—Vladimir Nabokov, from
Letters to Véra (via
karibu-nyumbani)
If I should die without meeting you, my destiny would not be fulfilled, I would not be fulfilled, because you offer the last hope of preserving the whole me, that me who now exists and could not go on existing without you.
—Marina Tsvetayeva, in a letter to Boris Pasternak,
Letters, Summer 1926: Pasternak, Tsvetayeva, Rilke.
(via
xshayarsha)
(Source: soracities)
