Alcohol is like love. The first kiss is magic, the second is intimate, the third is routine.
— Raymond Chandler (via farewellmlovely)
Tag: the long goodbye
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August 17th, 2015 11:09pm
We said goodbye. I watched the cab out of sight. I went back up the steps and into the bedroom and pulled the bed to pieces and remade it. There was a long dark hair on one of the pillows. There was a huge lump of lead at the pit of my stomach.
The French have a phrase for it. The bastards have a phrase for everything and they are always right.
To say goodbye is to die a little.