“In such ugly times, the only true protest is beauty."
- Phil Ochs
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Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes, they throw the cigarettes away: that’s when you get shooting stars.

— Vladimir Nabokov  (via fawnes)

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All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other.

— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

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grimzie:

She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning standing 4 feet 10 in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.

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Imagine me; I shall not exist if you do not imagine me; try to discern the doe in me, trembling in the forest of my own iniquity; let’s even smile a little. After all, there is no harm in smiling.

— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

shutoutmine:


Lolita

shutoutmine:

Lolita

Most of the dandelions had changed from suns into moons.

Vladimir Nabokov (via elleqtrocute)

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And the rest is rust and stardust.

Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

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Nabokov / Jeremy Irons

—Lolita

tuulikki:

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins.

Narrated by Jeremy Irons

I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.

Vladimir Nabokov (via thechocolatebrigade)

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It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.

— Vladimir Nabokov  (via theseventhsadness)

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I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else.

— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita  (via lavandula)

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I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else.

Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov (via taken1)

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I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.

— Vladimir Nabokov (via inwardheartbeats)

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“She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms, she was always Lolita.

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