I'll leave you for now, won't ask what that's about. But I'll wait for a recall. Remember me in the midst of it all.
Words: As more of mine spill, the less I wanna hear. My thoughts reeking with stupidity. Oozing judgements, too much fear.
— Margaret Atwood, Late Night
Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Nikos Kazantzakis
Marcel Proust, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Marcel Proust
— danagray
— natalie wee, never been kissed (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
2 April, 1937 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov
— Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra
I would love to leave this world for some cosmic experience- death.