“ I’ve never written, though I thought I wrote, never loved, though I thought I loved, never done anything but wait outside the closed door.
— Marguerite Duras, The Lover (via yvonneconstance)
— l’amant - duras
— Marguerite Duras, The Lover (via yvonneconstance)
— l’amant, margueritte duras
I CAN’T TELL WHICH IS MORE DEPRESSING: ME CRYING ALONE TO OLD BRIGHT EYES RECORDS IN MY DEN ON A WARM SPRING DAY OR HOW MUCH LIKE SPIDER MAN’S LONGTIME FOE THE HOBGOBLIN CONOR OBERST NOW LOOKS.
PROBABLY THE HOBGOBLIN THING, BUT ‘MESSENGER BIRD’S SONG’ IS A CLOSE SECOND.
— the cranes are flying
i think i made you up inside my head
