Vlah-DEE-mer. (Think of it as rhyming with redeemer, as Vladimir Nabokov once suggested.) Lovingly created and maintained by criminella. I'll update as much as I can, while still attempting to be a 26 year old in an MFA program. click here to submit a post!.
“I won’t hide it: I am so unused to the idea of people, well, understanding me - so unused to it that in the very first minutes of our meeting it seemed to me that this was a joke, a masquerade deception….There are just some things that are difficult to talk about - one brushes off their wondrous pollen by touching them with words….Yes, I need you, my fairy tale. For you are the only person I can talk to - about the hue of a cloud, about the singing of a thought, and about the fact that when I went out to work today and looked each sunflower in the face, they all smiled back at me with their seeds.”— Letter from Vladimir Nabokov to Véra, Véra by Stacy Schiff