when words escape me...

because i cannot always think of the right thing to say. because someone, at sometime has said it better.

And the rest is rust and stardust.

Vladimir Nabokov

Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.


Three o’clock in the morning. The soft April night is looking at my windows and caressingly winking at me with its stars. I can’t sleep, I am so happy.

—Anton Chekhov, About Love and Other Stories (via larmoyante)

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