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You know you’re in love with somebody when you wake up next to them, comfortable despite your breath smelling like the week-old water at the bottom of a vase, when you are terribly excited to see them, to talk to them again, having missed them after all that sleep.

Elliot Perlman, Seven Types of Ambiguity (via thelovejournals)

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I ubieram kaptur na głowę i idę, niech ludzie nie widzą moich oczu. I tak nie ukryje wymęczonych kroków.

(via satan-loves-you-baby)