October 2011
“Gyűrött újság, kiflivég, ócska lámpa, mely nem ég, élsz, ugyan mi kéne még,...”
– tobb verset a dessre
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“Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.” “Hell,” I said. “I love you...”
– Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms. (via riverran)
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