the dust of this painted life
0:36 “He was powerless because he had no precise desire, and this tortured him because he was vainly seeking something to desire. He could not even make himself stretch out his hand to switch on the light. The simple transition from intention to action seemed an unimaginable miracle.” written by Vladimir Nabokov, Mary

(Source: zealotry, via knockturn)
November 27th / with 74 notes

  1. sweetsforest reblogged this from knockturn
  2. scruffychild reblogged this from knockturn
  3. divinedestruction reblogged this from knockturn
  4. fairylightsanddiscos reblogged this from things-behindthesun
  5. tesslundgardh reblogged this from mirroir
  6. things-behindthesun reblogged this from zealotry
  7. anangeon reblogged this from deathsyndrome
  8. tempestuousspiderwebs reblogged this from postapocalypsemakeout
  9. jessadelic reblogged this from mirroir
  10. deathsyndrome reblogged this from mirroir
  11. postapocalypsemakeout reblogged this from mirroir
  12. forlornteachings reblogged this from zealotry
  13. lindzz reblogged this from knockturn
  14. worldisquiet reblogged this from knockturn
  15. toujourspur reblogged this from knockturn
  16. tranquiloyemocionante reblogged this from mirroir
  17. felizzzsantos reblogged this from knockturn
  18. purveyor-of-fine-whines reblogged this from mirroir
  19. alittletoodramatic reblogged this from theballaddove
  20. theballaddove reblogged this from knockturn
  21. knockturn reblogged this from mirroir