The longer that I wait

the more selfish that I get.

I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.

—Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima, Mon Amour (1959)

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I feel a sadness I expected and which only comes from myself. I say I’ve always been sad. That I can see the same sadness in photos of myself when I was small. That today, recognizing it as the sadness I’ve always had, I could almost call it by my own name, it’s so like me.

—Marguerite Duras, The Lover (via rabbitinthemoon)

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