"She had eyes like Sunday mornings."
- that’s beautiful (via tounou)
(Source: matthewhauptman, via 20th-june)
"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 ohdreaming)
(Source: frenchtwist, via 20th-june)