I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
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I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
(via amortizing)
Stern Aug 1996 - Helena Christensen by Peter Lindbergh
god gave me the power of losing interest in 0.1 seconds
“Your identity should be so secure that when someone walks away from you they don’t take you with them.”
— Unknown
love, the first love, the great love is not necessarily the one with which we end our life but surely the one with whom we spend the sweetest period of our life.
alexiabakar
things it’s never to late to do:
change
apologize
love
forgive
“A woman in harmony with her spirit is like a river flowing. She goes where she will without pretense and arrives at her destination prepared to be herself, and only herself.”
— Maya Angelou (via naturaekos)
i want my soul to feel like a calm blue sea
it's hard to tell myself that my love, my first love, my great love, has run out of steam.
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