Jesus, this is how much she doesn’t want to live with me.
(via carvedbyglaciers, yourlungs, atoms, yoursummerheart)
“All firing had ceased. Throngs of Chinese ran along the Bund between the stationary trams and parked cars, old amahs hobbling in black trousers, coolies pulling empty rickshaws, beggars and sampan boys, uniformed waiters from the hotels.”
- Empire of the Sun, JG Ballard