I’m like cat here, a no-name slob. We belong to nobody, and nobody belongs to us. We don’t even belong to each other.
—Holly Golightly, Breakfast at Tiffany’s
No Promises.
I'm a ghost and you know this.
Qui si convien lasciare ogne sospetto;
ogne viltà convien che qui sia morta.
Christmas sweater for Lindsey, from J.Crew.
Life has not been gentle.
(Source: fyeahclinteastwood, via bqrmagic)
It was better in the morning. Home was merely a dull ache in the back of his memory. A tiredness in his eyes.
—Orson Scott Card, Enders Game.
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