(via fm)
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was L o , plain L o , in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was L o l a in slacks. She was D o l l y at school. She was D o l o r e s on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.
(via lolita-scarlet-starlet)