June 2013
“You won’t do our things with another girl, or say the same things, will you?”
—Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via kireishi)
“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 peachieangie)
“How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.”
—David Foster Wallace’s The Pale King (via moon-glint)