“He’s your first love. I intend to be your last.”
The vampire diaries

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@luunastorta
“He’s your first love. I intend to be your last.”
The vampire diaries
Chanel ss95
Abbiamo sprecato un per sempre, ed ora non ci sentiamo più ultimamente.
Lyrics:
Don't you call him baby
We're not talking lately
Don't you call him what you used to call me
I, I confess I can tell that you are at your best
I'm selfish so I'm hating it
I noticed that there's a piece of you in how I dress
Take it as a compliment
Don't you call him baby
We're not talking lately
Don't you call him what you used to call me
I, I just miss
I just miss your accent and your friends
Did you know I still talk to them?
Does he take you walking round his parents' gallery?
Don't you call him baby
We're not talking lately
Don't you call him what you used to call me
Don't you call him baby
We're not talking lately
Don't you call him what you used to call me
Coucou, tu dors?
Oh, j'suis désolée
Bah non
Nan, c'est pas marrant
Ouais, t'es à la plage et maintenant...
Parfait, allez
Harry Edward Styles
“Definire è limitare.”
Oscar Wilde
1996, Monica Bellucci
Ogni persona è quello che tace.
Artworks, Citlali Haro
Dove non arrivano le persone, arriva la musica, la pittura, la danza, il teatro, la scrittura, l'arte.
Some artworks, Shannon Cartier Lucy
I'm attached to small details, things that make me fell human.
how cold it fells at waterfalls
a camera's flash
pain inflicted by a tattoo machine
all fragments from a year that didn't end, making me question if there's no way out of my mind. I don't know if I can't put in words how much I miss me.
Girls, Rachel Gregor
She's the kind of person who moves on.
I'm the kind of person who stands still.
Time is cruel and I suffer misery easily.
I suffer.
I fight tears.
I suffer myself.