April 2012
“It didn’t matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls, but only that we had loved them, and that they hadn’t heard us calling, still do not hear us, up here in the tree house, with our thinning hair and soft bellies, calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide, which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.”
—The Virgin Suicides, by Jeffrey Eugenides (via the-final-sentence)
March 2012
Modern Age
The Strokes
Modern Age - The Strokes
Stop to pretend, stop pretending
It seems this game is simply never-ending