Letter from Hades to Persephone, Clementine von Radics
They were afraid of dying but they were even more afraid to show it.
Fuck, my tea.
— me approximately an hour after every time I make tea (via kovuhs
On such sunny, sad mornings I always feel in my bones that there is a chance yet of my not being excluded from Heaven, and that salvation may be granted to me despite the frozen mud and horror in my heart.
— Vladimir Nabokov - Pale Fire (via goghst