David Mitchell, Slade House
Vladimir Nabokov, letter to his wife Véra (1926), Letters to Véra (ed. Brian Boyd & trans. Olga Voronin)
[Text ID: “I love you, I’m waiting for you unbearably.”]
Accepting identities I don't understand is actually extremely easy because I just go "this isn't about me" and move on with my life unbothered by someone else's identity, it's truly that simple.
I love that I have this little creature in my house and all she does is walk around looking for a new place to take a nap and stare out the window and throw up on my floor and Iβm like I would Die for this creature. she is perfect. and I tell her I love her and in return she has no thoughts whatsoever
thank you everyone for loving my beautiful baby girl I told her she was famous on the internet and she just stared at me as her single brain cell bounced around her peanut brain
girl help i’m starting over again for the 1000th time & i’m beginning to think that life is a never-ending cycle of starting over & i actually have to make peace with that in order to move forward


















