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“The moment you stop to think about whether you love someone, you’ve already stopped loving that person forever.”
— Carlos Ruiz Záfron
The sins we do to fill the spaces.
to love someone is firstly to confess: i'm prepared to be devastated by you.
“ Flowers and Plants ”
Photo by Ishikoro. Japan.
Love & Peace!
Like a soft pink paper cut into the shape of a flower kept on a thorny branch.
“ Flowers and Plants ”
Photo by Ishikoro. Japan.
Love & Peace!
“ Flowers and Plants ”
Photo by Ishikoro. Japan.
Love & Peace!
Water painted by Ivan Aivazovsky (1817 - 1900)
in dedication to summer rain and the smell of petrichor
green academia || dream life
And sometimes it takes a minute long cold stare into the eyes of your opponent to silence them mixed with a tinge of smile to not offend them. Peace out.
Talking is overwhelmingly tiring; silences allures.
And then there was ocean ; inviting; engulfing; embracing. So tell me how could one possibly resist it's temptation? So, I yielded. It's not my fault you know, it's ocean's.
And sometimes it takes a minute long cold stare into the eyes of your opponent to silence them mixed with a tinge of smile to not offend them. Peace out.
Francesco Levy, The Constellations of Summer
Under the summer skies, promises we made disappeared,like these constellations when morning came.