By (via sinisteria)
I am not afraid to die, but to think I haven’t lived. That terrifies me.
(Source: li-ttle-lies, via inmensus)
By Marguerite Duras, from Hiroshima, Mon Amour (via squirrelfiend)
I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.
(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via relaxids)