all the world is made of faith, and trust and pixie dust
❝It is late now, I am a bit tired; the sky is irritated by stars…I love you, I love you, I love you…❞
Vladimir Nabokov, in a letter to his wife Véra (1926), Letters to Véra (via soracities)

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