The person you look for in a crowd, to find they were looking for you too.
k.b. // by @/astrologyvas
“Fuck being nice to everyone. If someone treats you badly, you have every right not to tolerate bullshit.”
— Unknown
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Cigarette smoke and old books. Faded sketches and rain-soaked streets. The poetry of solitude written in sepia tones.
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Maybe, you come back time and time again, but, the people we love are not on our timeline. Age, sex, circumstances prevent linking until the perfect storm of time, logistics, and luck put you together? And maybe, by design, we only get one or two of those? But when it happens, it is the realest love.
Ratatouille (2007)
