Ernest Hemingway (via theonlymagicleftisart)
So much of you!
I’m never gonna wait
that extra twenty minutes
to text you back,
and I’m never gonna play
hard to get
when I know your life
has been hard enough already.
When we all know everyone’s life
has been hard enough already
it’s hard to watch
the game we make of love,
like…
C’est parfait!
(via iloveyouasshole)
These are the same sheets that touched your skin, that night I touched your forehead, and in the morning I watched you sleep, like a fucking creep. But it’s not you I call anymore when I say you, it’s not your name that I regret letting slip into my mind just before I fall asleep, and maybe that’s why these sheets are a darker purple. Violet with rage, and courser with the pieces you left after you broke me. But who am I talking to now, if not just myself. Almost a me that I can pretend to believe in. And tonight, I hate that I am addressing anyone with a you that I will always understand. Letting these words keep me company, wrap me up in the most comforting thing I’ve never had, a dream that lasted beyond childish heart sickness, the physicality of which still gets me in my chest. It’s too much to forgive, and not enough to forget. It’s a cliché that I will always miss.
la vie peut être simple…
(via fuckyeahfrenchwords)
Je suis vraiment triste sans Paris dans ma vie, particuliérement récemment. Paris va toujours être ma deuxiéme amour, mais j’éspére que ce liasion durera. Ce photographie est parfait. C’est un Paris que je me souviens bien et que j’aime beaucoup. Paris, je reviendrai!
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