"I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore."
Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima, Mon Amour (1959)
"He had a new girl, and I told him she looked like Marilyn Monroe. He smiled because he thought I meant she was beautiful, and I smiled because I meant she looked like a corpse."
"i could’ve been bleeding out on the floor, and you would’ve still taken my last bandaid for the papercut on your thumb."