I'm not explaining this right. What happened was this. There were these beautiful feelings and loose little pleasures inside me. And this woman was something like an assembly line for my soul. I run these little pieces of myself through her and I come out complete. Now do you follow me?


The ballad of the sad café: the novels and stories of Carson McCullers (ed. 1951)


I'm not explaining this right. What happened was this. There were these beautiful feelings and loose little pleasures inside me. And this woman was...

I'm not explaining this right. What happened was this. There were these beautiful feelings and loose little pleasures inside me. And this woman was...

I'm not explaining this right. What happened was this. There were these beautiful feelings and loose little pleasures inside me. And this woman was...

I'm not explaining this right. What happened was this. There were these beautiful feelings and loose little pleasures inside me. And this woman was...