I am getting sick, my phone is dead, and I watched Breathless again. Taking a break right now from my four thousandth reading of Lolita. Seriously though, I can't seem to actually like books I read ever since I've been loving Lolita. Thanks, Sire Nabokov.
I want to go to France. And I want Jean-Paul Belmondo clone.
GOODNIGHT. Sorry for lack of images. <3
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