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When I’m lying in my bed I think about life and I think about death and neither one particularly appeals to me.
The person you think of when you stand in front of the ocean. That’s the person you’re in love with.
Somewhere between emotional and emotionless.
Write her a letter, send her a flower, love only gets old if you let it.


a good artist knows where to draw the line

(via bastille)