you walk on corpses, beauty, undismayed
海 上 生 明 月 , 天 涯 共 此 時 。
情 人 怨 遙 夜 , 竟 夕 起 相 思 。
滅 蠋 憐 光 滿 , 披 衣 覺 露 滋 。
不 堪 盈 手 贈 , 還 寢 夢 隹 期 。
~張 九 齡
Ask me anything
My loathings are simple. Stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music. My pleasures are the most intense known to man: writing and butterfly hunting.
Vladimir Nabokov (via
Some people—and I am one of them—hate happy ends. We feel cheated. Harm is the norm. Doom should not jam. The avalanche stopping in its tracks a few feet above the cowering village behaves not only unnaturally but unethically.
by Vladimir Nabokov
You see, she had absolutely nowhere else to go.