“What he had really wanted to do was to tear a hole in his world and escape.”
—Vladimir Nabokov, “Symbols and Signs”
March 2012
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It’s one of those sleepless nights, when I feel totally empty and every breath come with pain from needs of the world, when I am the pain and all I wish, is to were a cigarette, only because someone else could smoke me to the bones.
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“The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”
—Pablo Neruda (via enflurane)
