bf: babe come over
me: i can’t, i’m having an existential crisis
bf: my parents aren’t home
me: are any of us really, truly….home?
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*gets excited about the story i’m going to act out in my head before i fall asleep*
It is late now, I am a bit tired; the sky is irritated by stars. And I love you, I love you, I love you – and perhaps this is how the whole enormous world, shining all over, can be created – out of five vowels and three consonants.
Vladimir Nabokov, from Letters To Vera (via oiseauperdu)