The softest whisper, the sweetest taste, the faintest shade - I keep them all to myself.
The softest whisper, the sweetest taste, the faintest shade - I keep them all to myself.
— oscar wilde
— vladimir nabokov, lolita
— j.d. salinger, catcher in the rye
— dean young
"Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living."
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