"I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth. She could fade and wither - I didn’t care. I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of her face."

Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via catholicschoolprincess)

(via n0-face)

Person: How do lesbians have sex?
Me: The question is how do they stop.

ohhhhhhgoditstodayithinki’mgunnapukebutinagoodwaythisissoromantic.

unscripted-monologues:

I’m flying to England tomorrow.
I’m flying to Lesli tomorrow.

Twenty-four hours.