And what costume shall the poor girl wear to all...
Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember,...– Franz Kafka (via herzeleid)
I knew that I was dying. something in me said, go ahead, die, sleep, become as...– Charles Bukowski (via periferie)
There is no beauty in sadness. No honor in suffering. No growth in fear. No...– Katerina Stoykova Klemer (via misswallflower)
... till eventually Chloe decides to seduce... →
L’amour l’après-midi (1972)