MILK AT MIDNIGHT

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it’s been too long.
It still says I’m twenty at the top of the page. Well, I’m twenty-three now and quite a bit has changed. First and foremost, I have changed. I have gained new perspectives, have revised some of my opinions, have fortified others and have learned that, yes, the more you know, the less you know for sure. But I keep on learning and learning and hope that somehow someone somewhere along the way might perhaps, maybe and possibly learn something from me as well. I couldn’t ask for more.
And because - or although - I’m at a good point in my life, I have taken up blogging again. I don’t know for how long I am going to stay, if at all, but for the time being you’ll find me over at sansouci. See you there or somewhere else entirely.
All the best et un bisous,
Marie

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"parfois, on cherche le bonheur comme on cherche ses lunettes quand on les a sur le nez."
— andré maurois (via nostalgiedelaboue) (via adieu-tristesse) (via twobirdsonabranch)
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"I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion."
Jack Kerouac (via misswallflower) (via possumsednolo)

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decadediary:
“ Souvenirs at home,
Rosas Frescas for me
Tabaco for him
Tulum Photo Diary, Part I
Blog Post: Recuerdo de Tulum, I « Photo by Decade Diary
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"Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice."
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Magnetism (via theotherway) (via tomorrowsparties)

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