Dès que mes yeux se posent sur toi de nouveau, mon coeur fait des ruades et j'ai encore dix-sept ans
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Dès que mes yeux se posent sur toi de nouveau, mon coeur fait des ruades et j'ai encore dix-sept ans
Alice Belivet (via crepusculairement)
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Have you blossoms and books, those solaces of sorrow?
Emily Dickinson, in a letter to C. H. Clark, January 18, 1885 (via mirroir)
And when I next bump into you, in some time from now, I’ll say :“it’s good to see you again”, for I will have crossed your path a thousand times in my dreams since the last time we met.
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I once dug up a home inside your thighs, And tried to turn your heart into a hearth;
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