Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.”
“Hell,” I said. “I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?”
“Yes. I want to ruin you.”
“Good,” I said. “That’s what I want too.
Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via lesoufflecourt)
I said I wasn’t, but I am.
(Source: tale-of-woe)
