Albert Camus, from a notebook entry featured in Notebooks (1951-1959)
“I love you. Infinitely and inexpressibly. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night and here I am writing this. My love, my happiness.”
– Vladimir Nabokov, from a letter to Vera (January 19, 1925), featured in “Letters To Vera” by Vladimir Nabokov (Russian, 1899-1977)
imagine someone listening to a song and thinking of you
*scrolls far back into my blog* oh yes…i was suffering quite vigorously here
“Over the winter I turned apathetic and silent. I could not say the most important thing, so it no longer occured to me to say anything.”— Christa Wolf, tr. by Jan van Heurck, from “Cassandra: A Novel & Four Essays,”
theth, shkodër, albania
ig: @noemakosuth
“I wanted to tear myself free from that past. It had sucked me back in a vortex I could no longer support.”— Meena Alexander, from “Fault Lines,” originally published c. 1993
I guess this is the beginning of the ending.
Thank you for coming, enjoy the fucking show
Honestly if you miss me you gotta tell me bc otherwise imma just assume you don’t think about me at all
