Just know that I love you. I love you with all of my fucked up, piece of shit heart.

I hope you know that no one will love you like I did. That’s not bitter, or resentful, it’s just the truth.

Azra.T || Wait, they don’t love you like I do. (via larmoyante)

not to say no one won’t ever love you more, they will just never love you the way i loved you

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remember when i used to post self portraits? me neither.

Almost every time I go to this cafe in the late afternoon, I see the couple sitting at the same window table. They are both attractive, middle aged, and well dressed. The one really noticeable thing about them is the woman’s auburn red hair. I’m always pleased to see them because they appear to be genuinely content with each other’s company. They are almost always reading magazines or newspapers and drinking something. They rarely speak to each other but there is a peace around them, a balance you can almost physically see in certain couples. When one has finished with their reading material they automatically hand it to their partner. The other takes it without a word and lays it down on the seat between them. The person without the magazine drinks their coffee or looks out the window until the other is finished reading. Then they talk for a brief time, sometimes laughing quietly, always paying full attention to what is being said. They are like an island of tranquility in the middle of all the human rush. Seeing them, watching them, invariably makes me feel a little better.

Strangers. Friends. Best friends. Lovers. Strangers.


Clair De Lune - Debussy 

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