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I do love la sera

I do love la sera

My insane, high, journal entries

My insane, high, journal entries

Potover

Potover

The dead; my baby

The dead; my baby

Fav book

Fav book

It was a cold fall day with fire in the room and her cheeks flushed. Now and then she moved and he changed his arm a little and once he kissed her dark shining hair. The afternoon had made them tranquil for a while as if to give them a deep memory for the long parting the next day promised. They had never been closer in their month of love nor communicated more profoundly one with another than when she brushed silent lips against his coat’s shoulder or when he touched the end of her fingers, gently, as though she were asleep.
The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald
Friday nights at the gas station

Friday nights at the gas station