9lers Words and images run riot in my head, pursuing, flying, clashing, merging, endlessly. But beyond this tumult there is a great calm, and a great indifference, never really to be troubled by anything again. Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies (via fawksianfella) Source: fawksianfella
d-iaphane I am too tired and I miss you too much. Simone de Beauvoir, A Transatlantic Love Affair: Letters to Nelson Algren (via thelovejournals) Source: thelovejournals.com