Because paper has more patience than people.– Anne Frank (via modernmethadone)
My heart was a hysterical, unreliable organ.– Vladimir Nabokov (via galini)
Revirginization of Snow White
Nicole Atkins — Neptune City
I dreamed this dialogue last night:
unnamablerevelations: “When can I see you again, sit closer than friends and touch your knee like at that beautiful opera when we shivered together at the soprano’s high C?” “I have a wife and child, and I am happy. You were a fleeting girl, you will never settle”. “How is your own woman? Does she settle you?” “She is nothing but a tree which drops its leaves in winter. I will shake her...
I simply cannot see where there is to get to.– Sylvia Plath