the road goes ever on and on.

She was wearing a pair of my pajamas with the sleeves rolled up. When she laughed I wanted her again. A minute later she asked me if I loved her. I told her it didn’t mean anything but that I didn’t think so. She looked sad. But as we were fixing lunch, and for no apparent reason, she laughed in such a way that I kissed her.

—Albert Camus, The Stranger  (via gracefullyfearful)

(Source: princesscaulfield, via starsshineonme)