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Sinaia, România
the one who will cross km for you & with you, gracefully
a hidden bookshelf door would heal me
"I love her and that's the beginning and end of everything"
-The great Gatsby
"Their eyes met and they stared together at each other, alone in space"
"He had one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life"
T. C. Steele (1847-1926) “Flower Mart” (1890) Oil on canvas American Impressionism
Cute date idea: I take you out stargazing and give you head under the stars. After I'll hold you in my arms and point out all the constellations
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We getting a sequel to Dracula Untold or what?
Cause I need one.
“When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.”
— Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist
“… my tumultuous heart and my excessive soul.”
— Anna de Noailles, from “Life-Force”, translated from the French by Sebastian Hayes
There’s nothing more beautiful than nature early in the morning.
Van Gogh, The Letters of Vincent van Gogh
the poetic urge to worship someone's body as if they are someone so divine, like an other-worldly-godly creature.
Victoria Chang, from Dear Memory: Letters on Writing, Silence, and Grief; “Dear Teacher,”
[Text ID: “The language of poetry reminded me to stay alive. It reminded me that, when it felt like I had nothing, I was nothing, I still had words. I could ride language as if on a horseback, and it could take me anywhere, including deeply into myself.”]
pay attention to who actually takes your feelings into consideration.
I keep your love in a locket