I thought the age of obscure aesthetic photos was over but here I am in 2017 faced with this

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I thought the age of obscure aesthetic photos was over but here I am in 2017 faced with this
There is nothing more beautiful than nature early in the morning.
Vincent van Gogh (via thegoodvybe)
In memory of summer 2013. You taught her as a teacher would, the basics of love. You wrote your equations on her thighs while you whispered love notes into her ears. You taught her that romance was developed in the back of your dingy, beat up Toyota with Kid Cudi turned all the way up. You taught her the taste of alcohol through your bitter lips. You gave her the view from the city bridge, taught her to always associate it with the memory of you. The one good memory of you. Because a year later, I know that what we had wasn’t love. It was a lusty passion, something we both denied ourselves for too long. And I know that hiding me away in your dingy little car every few nights was just your getaway, I wasn’t real to you. And that’s okay. Because with you as my teacher, I learned. I learned quite a bit about strength, I learned that I wanted more, and I learned to say goodbye. So here’s me, giving you exactly what you taught me. Goodbye.
The Student. |(Morsus Engel)| (via actuates)
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