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aesthetic and fashion

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@guillaumedavid/instagram

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i like me better when i'm with you

lauv ‘i like me better’

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[leahberman]

bloom bloom

San Diego, California

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love

We all used to talk so deep about this, and we all know what it is. until felt it myself. I have many times wondered "what the hell is it this love?" I was not a romantic, I prefer scientific explanations, theories and I has always been convinced that love is just chemicals in the head. But if it's just another chemical process, why do people go crazy when they are "in love"? Frankly, sometimes I even feel sorry for these poor fellows. I've always acted like such a know-it-all who knows all the mysteries of the human senses, but that lasted exactly until that moment, until I met a man that rocked all my beliefs. Yes, you understood correctly. I fell in love. I missed the moment when it happened, but I clearly understood that with me something not so, it was something unfamiliar to me. She had dark hair. She passionately loved the theater. But I'm still not sure if she loved me. This story is dramatic, and I still remember every moment. Why? I'm trying to find an answer to the hackneyed question.