“ Loves are like empires: when the idea they are founded on crumbles, they, too, fade away.
Milan Kundera (The Unbearable Lightness of Being) (via thresca)
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an amateur writer, photographer, and designer; a sleeper, a reader, a walker, a liver (not in the organ-sense).
loves: fruit, witty remarks, music, dwarf tulips, light sage green, and watching the sky.
can't survive without: water, sunshine, love, my family & friends.
