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THESE GLASSES HAVE SPECIAL LENSES WHICH TURN LIGHTS INTO HEARTS
edit: for everyone asking they’re called love lenses & they were $20 on lovelenses.com
Bitches really paying $20 for an astigmatism… its me, im bitches
Good news! They’re only $9 at the moment
angielewis
THEY ACTUALLT WORK this changes everything
THESE MAKE LATE NIGHT WALKS AMAZING
The hearts are way clearer than you’d expect and they don’t mess with your vision too much to walk in them
this is how harry styles sees the world
sensitiveghostgirl
these seem like a truly necessary purchase
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i dont belong here
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✧･ﾟ: *♡･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ♡
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“Imagine me; I shall not exist if you do not imagine me.”
— Vladimir Nabokov Lolita,
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“I swear that I have never loved before as I love you, — with such tenderness — to the point of tears — and with such a sense of radiance.”
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Vladimir Nabokov, from a letter to his wife Vera
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“And yet I adore him. I think he’s quite crazy, and with no place or occupation in life, and far from happy, and philosophically irresponsible – and there is absolutely nobody like him.”
— Vladimir Nabokov, Ada or Ardor: A Family Chronicle
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“We were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other; hopelessly.”
— Vladimir Nabokov
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Vladimir Nabokov, in a letter to his wife Véra (1924), Letters to Véra (ed. Brian Boyd & trans. Olga Voronin)
[Text ID: “I know that I am a very boring and unpleasant man, drowned in literature…But I love you.”]
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“I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth.”
— Vladimir Nabokov
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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.”]
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Vladimir Nabokov, from Letters to Véra
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Nuala Archer, From The hour of Pan/amá; “A story that preceded my first hearing of the word orgasm”
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“My darling, you can’t see it, can you? How like the moon you are. Both of you so timid in yourselves; hiding pieces from the world. Then, there are those rare moments when you both are full, and it becomes hard to look away. You are beautiful.”
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A photograph of a heart shaped box by Kurt Cobain.
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Lolita, 1997