I looked at her and I knew as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on this earth. She could fade and wither, I did not care. I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of her face.

Vladamir Nabokov, Lolita (via maluna)

Aw, he had to read this book for school so I think of him. I might borrow it from him when I’m done with the books I’m currently borrowing. [insert happiness and laughter]

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