Now I think of nothing any more. I don’t even bother looking for words. It flows in me, more or less quickly. I fix nothing. I let it go. Through the lack of attaching myself to words, my thoughts remain nebulous most of the time.
―
Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea (via
mentalprolapse)

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Love of my life ♡

Yo, siempre.

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