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19 January, 1924 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

“I love you. Infinitely and inexpressibly. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night and here I am writing this. My love, my happiness.”

the moment you give up you start looking for excuses , the moment you think you can do it you find a way

I love the serene life. I don’t care who calls me boring. Enjoying my life stress-free, circle small, privacy on 100%, is way richer than overextending and overexposing myself to perform and entertain others.

little things to enjoy in spring

exploring cute little new cafés with friends and rating the drinks and treats

rereading your favourite books outside in the sun

cleaning your room and suddenly feeling like a new person

long walks with no destination

staying out longer because it finally stays bright past 6pm

admiring wildflowers on the side of the road

fruit starting to taste like fruit again

spring rain—and the air right after

overhearing someone say “it actually smells like spring”

cafés putting tables outside again

taking more photos because everything looks so pretty and alive

sunlight through the curtains in the morning

actually being in the mood to make plans

finding new perfumes or body sprays that feel seasonal

the first picnic of the year

shopping for new closet staples

listening to old summer playlists and pretending it’s July already

sitting on a bench alone with headphones and people-watching

the collective seasonal delusion that we’re all going to fall in love now

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Funny how I yet believe

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