thistle blood
thistle blood


small and shy, this is

where i go to dream.

"I simply did not know a thing about my darling’s mind. And quite possibly, behind the awful, juvenile cliches, there was in her a garden and a twilight, and a palace gate, dim and adorable regions which happened to be lucidly and absolutely forbidden to me, and my polluted rags and miserable convulsions." — Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov (via glittertomb)

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