Are we melancholics?
Fuck that. Melancholy only for people in literary history swanning around Europe. I mean, we’re not Rainer Maria Rilke, are we? We’re not all fin de fucking siècle.
Are we melancholics?
Fuck that. Melancholy only for people in literary history swanning around Europe. I mean, we’re not Rainer Maria Rilke, are we? We’re not all fin de fucking siècle.