I can see that the sadness has returned. And it’s not a beautiful sadness- beautiful sadness is a myth. Sadness turns our features to clay, not porcelain.
David Levithan, Every Day
(Source: 13neighbors, via br4inwashed)
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Amelie has no boyfriend. She’s tried once or twice, but the results were a let down. Instead, she cultivates a taste for small pleasures: dipping her hand into sacks of grain, cracking creme brulee with a teaspoon, and skipping stones at St. Martin’s canal.
themed by: kakodaimones
Le fabuleux destin d’Amelie Poulain (via aulacrimosa
(Source: milkwoods, via daddock)
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