Finally, from so little sleeping and so much reading, his brain dried up and he went completely out of his mind.
Nov 18 15:25 with 90 notes
We meet ourselves time and again in a thousand disguises on the path of life.
Nov 18 15:21 with 261 notes
“He says he’s lonely, horribly lonely because of this love he feels for her.”— Marguerite Duras, L’Amant (The Lover)
Nov 18 15:16 with 50 notes
