fuck off.
fuck off.
“Well, the rain had stopped but the pain was still there.”— Charles Bukowski
Memories Memories Memories Memories
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— Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Jean-Paul Sartre
― Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
I don’t care what you think about me, I don’t think about you at all.
how can someone feel so much and feel so empty at the same time?