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I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.
Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima, Mon Amour (1959)
How to kill someone:
fill them with passion
and then quickly
Mandeq Ahmed, “detonate” (via blackorchidd)
someone’s at the door but my aunt isn’t getting it and they aren’t going awaaaaay
you’re hurting my head, person!
Dammit they’re still not leaving.
I’m just going to fucking get it myself.
that was (is) my mom
who is now in the kitchen with my aunt
and I’m in the living room
trying not to panic
Why’s your mom there? And why are you trying not to panic?