Moi, au travail, après avoir lu Mr. Loverman de @kabbal, en train de me concentrer pour pas chialer :
Ptn ce que c'était beau, j'ai eu MAL, beaucoup trop mal au coeur, et c'est que le 2e que je lis de toi 😭💕

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Moi, au travail, après avoir lu Mr. Loverman de @kabbal, en train de me concentrer pour pas chialer :
Ptn ce que c'était beau, j'ai eu MAL, beaucoup trop mal au coeur, et c'est que le 2e que je lis de toi 😭💕
"Hello, Paris. You're a beautiful city. Ahh we used to love Paris... well we... me. It's just me now."
Paul McCartney before singing "Got to get you into my life", 28 november 2018, concert in Paris.
once upon an epic quote → i just wanted you to see ‘em. just once. i didn’t think i could do it, either. i gave up henry because i wanted to give him his best shot. when i saw that he didn’t have it, i couldn’t leave. i was just as scared. more, probably. but once i saw him, got to know him, i couldn’t go back
Be near me when my light is low, When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick And tingle; and the heart is sick, And all the wheels of Being slow. Be near me when the sensuous frame Is rack’d with pangs that conquer trust; And Time, a maniac scattering dust, And Life, a Fury slinging flame. Be near me when my faith is dry, And men the flies of latter spring, That lay their eggs, and sting and sing And weave their petty cells and die. Be near me when I fade away, To point the term of human strife, And on the low dark verge of life The twilight of eternal day.
“In Memoriam A.H.H.,” part 50, by Alfred Lord Tennyson
"Des fois c'est les enfants qui abandonnent leurs parents"
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C’est la vérité qu’t’es un accident. Mais t’es un bel accident. T’es l’meilleur des accidents, et je t’aime. Donc tu serais vraiment un gros con d’mourir.
OMG la chorale de mon foyer chante Belle qui Tiens ma Vie j’aurais trop dû participer
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