"Let all of life be an unfettered howl. Don’t stop to think, don’t interrupt the scream, exhale, release life’s rapture. Everything is blooming. Everything is flying. Everything is screaming, choking on its screams. Laughter. Running. Let-down hair. That is all there is to life."

— Vladimir Nabokov (via quietpulse, thelittlesea)

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