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French sweet nothings.

pet names

Mon amour - My love Ma chérie/Mon chéri - My darling Mon coeur - My heart (literally) Mon bébé - My baby

compliments

Tu es magnifique - You are gorgeous. Tu es une fille/un garçon en or - You’re a girl/a boy as precious as gold. Tu es plus belle/beau chaque jour qui passe - You get prettier every day. Tu es parfait(e) comme tu es - You are perfect just the way you are.

random things

Je ne peut pas vivre sans toi - I can’t live without you. Tu es mon tout - You are my everything. Mon coeur t’appartient - My heart belongs to you. Je suis tienne/tien - I am yours.

ways to say I love you

Je t’aime plus que tout - I love you more than anything. Mon amour pour toi est infini - My love for you is endless. Je suis follement amoureuse/eux de toi - I am crazy in love with you.

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cover the circles under your eyes with gold flakes to make yourself feel better

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sam is famous

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Here are my lyrics to last night’s John Oliver piece. Straight from my computer.

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Visit Original Link

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Camilla shot by me

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Things Organized Neatly Rizzoli book launch at Tumblr HQ. Organizing stations by Cole Haan and ACME.

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My life lately

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Comic Panel | Artist Unknown

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Are you familiar with the so-called X-Files? S01E01: Pilot (1993)

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Meredith Jenks

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“I don’t enjoy observing people as much as I used to. Everyone acts like they’re on stage. People used to come to The Village sheepishly. Nobody was sure if they belonged. We didn’t know if we were artists. These days everyone walks around like they’re contributing something. There’s no angst anymore. There’s too much certainty. And that’s a shame. Because all the best art comes from people who feel like they don’t belong. Art is a way of proving your existence. When I was a young man, a person that I respected told me that I was an artist. It was one of the worst things that could have happened to me. I stopped walking into museums or galleries with a sense of awe. I walked in feeling like an ‘artist.’ My arms would be crossed. If I liked a piece, it was ‘good.’ If I didn’t like a piece, it was ‘bad.’ I didn’t feel vulnerable anymore. I lost my humility. And that’s when growth stops.”