Reposted from skydelan
Reposted from skydelan
I’m walking out now into the soft light, the cooling hum of evening, and I will love you tonight, and tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and still many more, so very many more tomorrows.
Vladimir Nabokov, in a letter to his wife Véra [March 1925] from Letters to Véra, tr. by Olga Voronin & Brian Boyd