I may not have been sure about what really did interest me, but I was absolutely sure about what didn’t.
Albert Camus, The Stranger (via wordsnquotes)
How could I know you fit my body like a glove? You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me.
I have time. Please, devour me.
Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima mon amour (via loveless-people)