| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 9a31476 | My jealousy is a congenital illness, or maybe in loving him I have nothing else to love. | Sophia Tolstaya | ||
| 291db38 | We live in such isolation, and here I am again with my silent friend, my diary. | Sophia Tolstaya |
| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 9a31476 | My jealousy is a congenital illness, or maybe in loving him I have nothing else to love. | Sophia Tolstaya | ||
| 291db38 | We live in such isolation, and here I am again with my silent friend, my diary. | Sophia Tolstaya |