"Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes, they throw the cigarettes away: that’s when you get shooting stars."
Vladimir Nabokov (via roses-and-pareidolia)
(Source: asmokeaday, via burningwithsong)
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