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  I love the smell of warm coffee , bloomed roses, fresh weed , old books and new beginnings.  

[ashleyaire]

I put my heart in everything I do. I don’t know another way.

[photografya-deactivated20230917]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

– K

[easterndaylighttime]

"forgive me" is all that you can say

years go by, and still, words don't come easily

like "forgive me, forgive me"

but you can say, "baby, baby, can i hold you tonight?"

[solitudejuvenil]

[cineinterdisciplinar]

Obras de @ratsandlilies.art 

[ninasdrafts]

When I ask the universe to send me little signs of you, I don’t have to keep my eyes and ears open. They're not hidden. You're everywhere. I notice you in the smell of freshly made coffee, or a whiff of perfume I pick up in the streets. I notice you in a word I read on an advertising space or in a song playing on the radio or in a conversation I pick up on a barely occupied train. I notice you in an echo of laughter ringing through a room that otherwise would've been empty. You're in a ray of sunlight warming my cheek and in the first drop of rain hitting the pavement on a hot day. I don’t even have to focus to notice you in everything all around me. I don't have to listen. I don't have to look out for you. That's the magic, I guess: knowing you're not gone, not really. Believing it with every fibre of my being. And on days where I forget, I can return to the places where I know I'll find you and I will never be disappointed.

you're everywhere / n.j.

[shakespearesdaughters]

[rachelmygod]

Præsidenten (Carl Theodor Dreyer, 1919)

[neckkiss]

[darkestcinema]

normal people, oil on paper by @/ratsandlillies.art on ig

[dipolos]

Normal People (2020)

[tatumrilev]

but isn't everything we do in life a way to be loved a little more? — before sunrise (1995)

[connectingwithsoul]

“When your soul is longing for someone, it never goes away.”

— @connectingwithsoul

[timbllr]

via weheartit

[lzamboyova]

until i met you.

[romancefairy]

my version of the roman empire

[wolkenleere]

Hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you.

F. Scott Fitzgerald