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December 27, 2016

Because someone already ate the “nice” cookie.



Because someone already ate the “nice” cookie.

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Published on December 27, 2016 14:05

"I need so little: a bottle of ink, a speck of sun on the floor – and you;"

“I need so little: a bottle of ink, a speck of sun on the floor – and you;”

- Vladimir Nabokov, from
Letters to Vera


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Published on December 27, 2016 14:00

"At night, my dreams rhyme, and all day I have an aftertaste of insomnia."

“At night, my dreams rhyme, and all day I have an aftertaste of insomnia.”

- Vladimir Nabokov, from
Letters to Vera


(Penguin Classics, 2014)


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Published on December 27, 2016 10:30

December 26, 2016

nevver:The Sharing

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Published on December 26, 2016 17:30

"I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart, I am trying to bribe you with..."

“I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart, I am trying to bribe you with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat.”

- Jorge Luis Borges
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December 25, 2016

When your boyfriend tells santa exactly what you want for...



When your boyfriend tells santa exactly what you want for Christmas ❤️

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Published on December 25, 2016 19:56

"After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you..."

After a while you learn the subtle difference

Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,



And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning

And company doesn’t mean security.



And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts

And presents aren’t promises,



And you begin to accept your defeats

With your head up and your eyes open

With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,



And you learn to build all your roads on today

Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans

And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.



After a while you learn…

That even sunshine burns if you get too much.



So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,

Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.



And you learn that you really can endure…



That you really are strong



And you really do have worth…



And you learn and learn…



With every good-bye you learn.



- Jorge Luis Borges, You Learn 
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Published on December 25, 2016 17:30