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“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. Light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lolita."
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Another Sunday in The New York Times and we couldn’t be happier. If you’re in NYC stop by 199 Lafayette to celebrate a little with us. 
Full story here.
Some people smoke,
others drink, and others fall in love,
each one dies from a different way.
-(via difficult)

Jess Gough

Please don’t be in love with someone else.
-source (via soulsscrawl)

You look a little palefy