For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me. With every acquaintance I make, the population of phantoms resembling me increases. Somewhere they live, somewhere they multiply. I alone do not exist.
- Vladimir Nabokov, The Eye  (via funeralfaerie)
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posted 1ヶ月前 on 9月 18
posted 1ヶ月前 on 9月 18
I bought plum blossoms
more for the name
than for the color;
I buy lipstick that way, too.
In other words,
if it sounds like a poem,
I’ll take it.
- Dorothea Grossman  (via funeralfaerie)
posted 1ヶ月前 on 9月 18
posted 1ヶ月前 on 9月 18