In my dreams the world would come alive, becoming so captivatingly majestic, free and ethereal, that afterwards it would be oppressive to breathe the dust of this painted life. Vladimir Nabokov(via floriental)
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other-wordly: pronunciation | moor-‘Ef-ok (moor-EEF-ock)
I wrote to find beauty and purpose, to know that love is possible and lasting and real, to see day lilies and swimming pools, loyalty and devotion, even though my eyes were closed, and all that surrounded me was a darkened room. I wrote because that was who I was at the core, and if …
Dear God,
istalkfashion: Thank you for my life. I don’t tell you enough but I am so thankful for everything I am blessed with.