Dear friend Lou,

The nightingales sing all night long outside my window.— In every respect Rée is a better friend than I am or can be; note well this distinction between the two of us!— When I’m all alone, I often, very often, say your name aloud—to my very great pleasure!

Your F. N.

worldbehindthorns:

The Nightingale by Hans Christian Andersen. Illustration by Edmund Dulac, 1911

I’m a mess of unfinished thoughts.

John Mayer (via piiss)

Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.

Ernest Hemingway (via feellng)