I want a mirror, not a piece of glass

We went a hundred down the highway

I’ve been known to move a little fast

I’m a hunter for the real thing

My love is pure as the universe

Honest as an ashtray

Time’s just a useless measurement of pain

You can take all the time in the world

Things won’t ever be the same

gacougnol:

Anonymous

Two Pairs of Legs

1971

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jiangwanyin:

— vladimir nabokov, in a letter to his wife [24 march 1937] from letters to véra (trans. olga voronina & brian boyd)

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The other day when locking

My house I had

A vision of a field

Behind it were three

Smaller fields

I can leave many times

And still not be

Gone

-Emily Kendal Frey