reality doesn't matter. crushes and cuteness do. what matters is that things be cute and sparkley. give up on the idea of things being knowable. embrace cutenesss
“I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another. Let visitors trip. And the highest enjoyment of timelessness―in a landscape selected at random―is when I stand among rare butterflies and their food plants.- nabokov
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An Evening of Russian Poetry" by NABOKOV
“…seems to be the best train. Miss Ethel Winter of the Department of English will meet you at the station and…” —from a lette...
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Bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonnerronntuonnthunnt-rovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthurnuk Interjection (nonce) A sound which ...
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