Immoral Tales (1974), dir. Walerian Borowczyk
❝I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it — to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once.
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via atavus)
why am i using this as an excuse to try and end this?
this sucks. i feel like an idiot.
i can’t seem to find the reason why what i wanted all this time isn’t enough now that i have it. i can’t believe i’m doing this to myself. help me.
