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metaphorformetaphor:

secretly, between the shadow and the soul on Flickr.

metaphorformetaphor:

secretly, between the shadow and the soul on Flickr.


Suddenly for no earthly reason I felt immensely sorry for him and longed to say something real, something with wings and a heart, but the birds I wanted settled on my shoulders and head only later when I was alone and not in need of words.
— Vladimir Nabokov, The Real Life of Sebastian Knight.  (via sisyphean-revolt)

My heart was a hysterical unreliable organ.
— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via ineffable-gaudiness)

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fantasy and fairytales

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wings clipped before she ever flew,
that salty ground is all she knew.
— (via cephalopoet)

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