Happy Pride Month!

Translation: “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.”

Vladimir Nabokov, in a letter to his wife [19 January 1925] from Letters to Véra, tr. by Olga Voronin & Brian Boyd

Sorry for being obsessed with love. As if it's my fault

there's an end to the loneliness, right? it ends, eventually? and i'll be finally whole inside?

DITTOOO ;u; <3

only your name echoes in my head again and again

like a crowd in a sports match except it's my mind alone cheering you on and calling out to you as if you'd telepathically hear me one of these days

ferret