Poor little girl. Oh, you were not what was desired, but that makes you no less dear to me. A boy would have been the Son of France, but you, Marie Thérèse, shall be mine.
Father of the Bride (1950)
- Charles Bukowski, ”Once in a while” (via dirtyberd)
¨I was innocent.All the accusations against me were false.I thought you knew.¨