her galaxy came raining down

"You’re lovely, but you’re empty”, he went on. “One couldn’t die for you."

home  archive  mobile  rss

One is still what one is going to cease to be and already what one is going to become. One lives one’s death, one dies one’s life.

— Jean-Paul Sartre

Posted || home
← previous post
next post →

her galaxy came raining down using If This, Then Theme.