“There are two kinds of visual memory: one when you skillfully recreate an image in the laboratory of your mind, with your eyes open, and the other when you instantly evoke, with eyes shut, , on the dark inner side of your eyelids, the object, absolutely optical replica of a beloved face, a little ghost in natural colors. And this is how I see Lolita.”—Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov (via rottingoutt)
I don’t want sex, I want the things that lead up to it. The slow kissing then the passionate kissing, then the pulling closer, the neck kisses, the grabbing, biting, heavy breathing, grinding, the pauses while you catch your breath, feeling each other. Oh my.