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.
A Farewell To Arms, Ernest Hemingway
(Source: itsherfactory)
Reblogged from I don't want realism.
