Lie, touch my heart in the middle of the night, Oh come on now,
Don't forget our future passed.
Light, tell me now, how the moon caressed my hands for the night now,
Say goodbye.
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Lie, touch my heart in the middle of the night, Oh come on now,
Don't forget our future passed.
Light, tell me now, how the moon caressed my hands for the night now,
Say goodbye.
Pierre-Auguste Renoir (French, 1841-1919)
Bouquet de roses
I really want to pick up the phone and call you.
But I know I can’t phone into the past.
“Someone will remember us
I say
even in another time”
//Sappho, Fragment 147
I miss you
Debussy I - Anna Toresdotter
Swedish , b. 1956 -
Lithograph , 19 x 20 cm.
John: "in another life we'd probably be happier..."
Anne: "what makes you think that in a different life we could manage that?"
John: "maybe we won't cross each others path that time..."
William Henry Margetson
And sometimes I wonder, does the pain of not having a father hurts less than the reality of having one?
You are good,
And you are enough,
Let yourself,
Love yourself.
I lied, I said I’m over him, but I don’t think I am
Can you unlove someone or do you learn to live with that shitty feeling?
I wish you’re missing me, I actually hope you’re hurting a bit too.
what if I still love you?
cause I think I still miss you, and it's been
longer than the time we were together...
Whats with that?
and I think about you when I ride the was to
work, it goes through you city by 2 stops and
they always make we wonder.
it's almost 3 AM and I'm sad thinking about you
running errands like kurt vonnegut
⬆️ like so
Loving someone who doesn’t love you is like looking at a rose and holding tight letting the thorns make you bleed.
maybe if I start to see you as my first love, I could stop seeing you as my only love.
pureforlove