Sigh. I want another one of these.
(Source: infinitelyphotography)
My chest hasn’t stopped pounding for the past 15 minutes. I haven’t felt a mixture of anger and sadness this strong in years.
“Cher voisin,
Vous faites de la jolie musique mais j’aimerais bien pouvoir dormir un peu.”
(Source: honeyforthehomeless, via gentlemaninnewyork)
Flowers for my mother.
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And now all your love is wasted, then who the hell was I?
