“That was her. PURE, LUCID, EVIL. I’d sleep all right with that on top of me.”
— Bertolt Brecht, from Poems 1913 - 1956
(via enflurane)
GOODBYE.
“That was her. PURE, LUCID, EVIL. I’d sleep all right with that on top of me.”
— Bertolt Brecht, from Poems 1913 - 1956
(via enflurane)