"The thoughts would not go away. The images came to her one after another and with great vividness. The summer night, the narrow bed, the faint smell of perspiration. The words they spoke. The feelings that would not take the form of words. Forgotten promises. Unrealized hopes. Frustrated longings."
- Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via mrsfscottfitzgerald)
High School Fads, 1944
"out to get herself a man"
Maybe I should start wearing a bow on the top of my head when I go clubbing