August 2012
50 posts
Smile for me, won’t you?
– Memories of a Geisha (via kuraama)
Sometimes, i wonder if a guy lets himself too much blind by beauty, which makes...
– Memories of a Geisha (By Arthur Golden)
Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.
– Oscar Wilde (via seabois)
Can you let me love you? Please? Please, please, please. Please.
– Will Keane, Autumn in New York (via insufficientviolet)
Long before we met we had had the same dreams.
– Nabokov, Lolita (via colourmegreenwich)