Nabokov's withered flowers. I know I am dead.

Bernhard 2022-03-23 09:02:14

Trance starting in the morning, smoke, coffee, milk, ice water. Having been living between health and decadence, the bright and harsh sun of Singapore is starting to age my skin. This year, I am 22 years old.

I think I'm 22 years old. 22-year-old decadent woman. Unmotivated face, messy hair, jeans and espadrilles. A woman with vicissitudes of life. Just a daily spritz of perfume, Chanel or Givenchy, and a little Dior every now and then. Remind yourself to at least be classy.

I haven't cried for a long time, and the dry weather seems to have evaporated all my tears. Lolita is just an innocent little girl, Humbert is just a cowardly, sick man. What can I say about this.

Lolita is a withered flower written by Nabokov. And I am nothing. My body started to go numb, even with the instant tide when he entered me. I know that I will develop a little attachment to the people I have been with for a long time, and I will not be able to leave for a longer time. I know I'm just grateful, not love. But can't stop. The weather got dark, I thought there would be a rain, but it was very short, only a few minutes.

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Extended Reading
  • Weston 2021-12-22 08:01:32

    I blame your sickness, but I cannot blame your love. Luo, it was Luo who used Humbert, but Luo was right. The twenty-year gap between a twelve-year-old girl and a thirty-two-year-old man is completely different from the twenty-year gap between a twenty-two-year-old girl and a 42-year-old man. Twenty-two year old girl, you will hurt her sex. But at the age of twelve, you will still hurt her personality. It's a pity that some people's erotic psychology has been frustrated. This is completely philosophical and pure.

Lolita quotes

  • [first lines]

    Humbert: [voiceover] 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.

    [whispered]

    Humbert: Lolita.

  • Humbert: We had been everywhere. We had really seen nothing.