Here I became aware of the world’s tenderness, the profound beneficence of all that surrounded me, the blissful bond between me and all of creation, and I realized that the joy I sought in you was not only secreted within you, but breathed around me everywhere, in the speeding street sounds, in the hem of a comically lifted skirt, in the metallic yet tender drone of the wind, in the autumn clouds bloated with rain. I realized that the world does not represent a struggle at all, or a predaceous sequence of chance events, but the shimmering bliss, beneficent trepidation, a gift bestowed upon us and unappreciated. — Vladimir Nabokov, “Beneficience” in The Stories of Vladimir Nabokov (via larmoyante)
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Quotation From: simply-divine-creation
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untitled by shainasavoia on Flickr.
i wake up here every day. by Raluca Marie Wolfski on Flickr.
Telephone by TiepoloCeiling on Flickr.
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exploring middleton place by laurenwinterdotco on Flickr.
Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe. — Andrea Gibson, excerpt from “Bone Burying” (via larmoyante)