I Want To Look Like I Stepped Out Of A Black And White Film Sometimes.

If the fantasy book I'm reading doesn't have a super ominous and quite foggy forest of impending doom, I don't want it

8 February, 1936 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

Me when I've got a handful of shenanigans:

Your bones carry the past and the future. Your soul is beyond time. Knowledge and love exist beyond time. If you feel heavy it is because you are carrying generations of memories and endless possibilities.

Someday your hands will be old and wrinkled, the skin spotted and bunching over your knuckles. And a child will watch you make something. It's a simple task, you'll have done it a thousand times before. But to that child, the smooth, confident way your hands move will seem like impossible magic. You have to keep living.

*trips over several branches*

*alerts Bigfoot*

*Bigfoot chases me*

*i trip over more branches*

*Bigfoot helps me wrap up my sprained ankle and we have some s'mores together while he regales me with tales of old and I struggle to explain supermarkets.*

Tiny paradise

This gif is so niche. If you know where it came from, then let's get married in paris

Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from The Sleepwalker

[Text ID: "The terror of true love was beginning."]

And a chicken nugget