One’s first love is always perfect until one meets one’s second love.
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| — | Elizabeth Aston, The Exploits & Adventures of Miss Alethea Darcy (via simply-quotes) |
I know
you and I
are not about poems or
other sentimental bullshit
but I have to tell you
even the way
you drink your coffee
knocks me the fuck out.
you and I
are not about poems or
other sentimental bullshit
but I have to tell you
even the way
you drink your coffee
knocks me the fuck out.
“
| — | Clementine von Radics (via oofpoetry) |
Jacket: Mango / Shirt: H&M / Skirt: Stradivarius / Shoes: River Island / Bag: Mango (image: dulceida)
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Lace and embroidery are frosted and dusted with delicate metallic sparkle at the Interfilière lingerie fabric show. Matching beautifully with the real snow, currently on the streets of Paris!
‘Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.’
‘Hell,’ I said, ‘I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?’
‘Yes. I want to ruin you.’
‘Good,’ I said. ‘That’s what I want too.’
‘Hell,’ I said, ‘I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?’
‘Yes. I want to ruin you.’
‘Good,’ I said. ‘That’s what I want too.’
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| — | Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via boxofoctaves) |
