[04k96]

[bigeceyarisi]

[uzs-deactivated20260224]

[julieterbang]

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[russiawave]

[mayonezli]

[yms1]

whatever (continues reblogging)

[nhlh-95]

[the-street-look]

[jetprive]

[tkkatherineblog]

[lamignonette]

[lauramcphee]

Lovers, Sunday Morning at Champs-Élysées, Paris, 1951 (Bert Hardy)

[thcartierrug]

[metamorphesque]

embraces (melt into me)

joseph lorusso, nicoletta tomas, malcolm liepke, joseph lorusso, ron hicks, peter wever, joseph lorusso, colley whisson

[madgirlscosm-deactivated2025102]

I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.