"For the first time in his life, Grenouille realized that he had no smell of his own. He realized that all his life he had been a nobody to everyone. What he now felt was the fear of his own oblivion. It was a though he did not exist."
(requested by shallicomparetheetolagrenouille)
with the exception of you i dislike everyone in the room
…Dear Cecilia, I thought I should write to apologise for my clumsy and inconsiderate behaviour…
Peggy Carter + winter colors (for atwellling)
Come back. Come back to me.