Freckled Banana

That rug really tied the room together.


Raiders of the Lost Ark;

Indiana: I’m goin’ after that truck.
Sallah: How?
Indiana: I don’t know, I’m makin’ this up as I go.

That was how he felt safest. Revealing nothing. Whether they came at him with tenderness or subterfuge or knives.

Michael Ondaatje, “The English Patient” (via lifeinpoetry)