mars 2012
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I thought my dad might be calling to ask how my trip went. Instead, he begins telling me about how he’s trying to get his hands on a little bottle of one hundred year old wine. Goes on about it - breathlessly - the way I might go on about Tom Hardy or Louis Garrel. He’s an odd one, my dad.
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somberlily a demandé : I just felt like letting you know how beautiful your blog is! It's so hard not to reblog almost everything single thing. <3
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If it proves so, then loving goes by haps; / Some Cupid kills with arrows, some...
– Much Ado About Nothing by William Shakespeare
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Please don’t forget me
whenever your skin and mine
are too far apart.
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
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Interviewer: What do you think about the way most people dress?
Donatella: They'd look better in Versace.
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