“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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a dream by poe
In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed- But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted. Ah! what is not a dream by day To him whose eyes are cast On things around him with a ray Turned back upon the past? That holy dream- that holy dream, While all the world were chiding, Hath cheered me as a lovely beam A lonely spirit guiding. What though that light, thro' storm and night, So trembled from afar- What could there be more purely bright In Truth's day-star?
why you can't fall in love with a camp girl
why can't you fall in love with a camp girl? i mean by camp girl, that type of pretty thing that you meet at camps from time to time, that is rather shy, but seems like she wants desperately to fall in love with somebody. it seems like such a pairing with yourself would be just wonderful, but that is kind of the problem. she just wants to fall in love, and real life does not allow that kind of instant love. real life says that only in sorrows can one love. real life says that the young are destined to not know what love is. but what does that have to do with you and her? if you do like such a girl, it will be just one joy fest, with nothing bad. nature dictates that every relationship must have bad things happen in it, or else it will be seen as boring. so they are too perfect. that is why it will not work.
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