Writing With Fountain Pen Was Truly An Era.

writing with fountain pen was truly an era.

A man's heart is a wretched, wretched thing. It isn't like a mother's womb. It won't bleed. It won't stretch to make room for you.

- A thousand splendid suns.

damn.

And, they say, switching off her alarm just to make sure she's getting enough sleep is called love.

And when Kafka said,

There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship.

I could feel it in my bones.

And a very affectionate fuck you to every fanfic author that made me cry. I love you guys

the eyes, chico. they do lie.