February 2012
Where does a thought go when it’s forgotten?
– Sigmund Freud (via skeletonized)
I shall not exist if you do not imagine me.
– Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via littlefoxpaws)
The sun rose, the moon saturated the night sky with its silver light and the...
– Victoria Hislop (via pe-ri)
i am a faerie of the night i am awful and childish, i am beautful and tragic i love a lot of things and i love so many people
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I can be hurt, you know. I can get as exhausted as anyone else. I can feel so...
– Haruki Murakami (Norwegian Wood)
Anonymous asked: you got spammed hardcore :(