Her little shoulders drove me mad; I hugged her and hugged her. And she loved it.
‘I love love,’ she said, closing her eyes. I promised her beautiful love. I gloated over her. Our stories were told; we subsided into silence and sweet anticipatory thoughts. It was as simple as that.
—Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via kitty-en-classe)
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