millymcaulay:

LITERATURE MEME ( 2/10 PROSE +  LOLITA - VLADIMIR NABOKOV)

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.


digbicks:

T O S K A, Lisa Sorgini

"No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness.”

- Vladmir Nabokov


FAIRYTALE FASHION → PETER PAN

PETER PAN


FAIRYTALE FASHION → SWAN LAKE

PRINCESS ODETTE


FAIRYTALE FASHION → ALADDIN

PRINCESS JASMINE


shrinemaidens:

MYTHIC POETRY series:

It was my love that did us both to death. [“Electra on Azalea Path” — Sylvia Plath]



The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn’t thought about it. - The Bell Jar


“I want to know what passion is. I want to feel something strongly.”  (x)


"Maybe the bad things that are waiting to happen to us won’t happen, maybe there’s happiness at the end of the left fork and warm places with the people who love us and no noise but no silence neither and there’s plenty of food and no one dies and no one dies and no one never never dies." The Knife of Never Letting Go, Patrick Ness.