"I’m living on such sweet nothing"
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"Three o’clock in the morning. The soft April night is looking at my windows and caressingly winking at me with its stars. I can’t sleep, I am so happy."
Anton Chekhov, About Love and Other Stories (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
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"She was art. The type of art that makes you feel a thousand things at the same time. The type of art that everyone wants to see. Her smile more worth than a Picasso. Eyes gorgeous like the starry night. My Mona Lisa. She was my personal gallery."
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