American graffiti, 1973
As we became older we slowly started to age.
It was not perfect. It was marred by what to come. What was really perfect was all that before that night. The summers, the wine, the smoke, the smiles, the laughter, the kissing, crying and cursing. The love we shared and the idea of eternity. Death was nothing and life was the same. It is only when we think of life as something that dies we become mortal. Those who don’t think they will die live forever.
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hello dear!
thank you ever so much for the sweet comment you left me, it made me smile lots :)
i adore this image!! that womans hair is wonderful!!
also i love the writing, especially the last line. so dreamy.
x
Well-versed. Beautiful post! :)
brilliant: It is only when we think of life as something that dies we become mortal.
Next line is wonderful too~
So great picture !
So great picture !
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I love this photo and what you wrote. It is true, when you get over your own mortality then you really start to live. :-)
xx
love the new lay out (but then again i haven't visited in a while ): )
beautiful post, love!
bisous, xx
åhh, det er så lenge siden jeg har lest bloggen din! dette var fintfint skrevet, og utrolig kult bilde!
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