Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes, they throw the cigarettes away: that’s when you get shooting stars.
― Vladimir Nabokov (via rabbitinthemoon)
i try not to sound like an asshole but it’s really hard because i am an asshole
I like people too much or not at all.
― Sylvia Plath (via usskeletonsinthecloset)