May 2013
14 posts
Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the...
– Vladimir NabokovĀ
Whenever I speak with you, I end up dying more, a little more.
– Frida Kahlo (to Diego Rivera)
April 2013
13 posts
5 tags
March 2013
18 posts
I waited, as if the sea could make my decision for me.
– Sylvia Plath - The Bell Jar
6 tags
February 2013
13 posts
2 tags