"We talked and talked and talked. I asked her if she believed in love, and she smiled and said it was her most elaborate method of self-harm."
C. JoyBell C. (via dissapolnted)
Don DeLillo, White Noise (via heyhach)
You will never know that feeling
You will never see through these eyes
I’d never ask you ‘cause deep down I’m certain I know what you’d say
You’d say I’m sorry, believe me, I love you but not in that way.