Los Angeles Native. Crowded Cities. Books. Tea. Polaroids.
(500) Days is my life in 500 days. It's a little thing I share with others.
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“To think, only a couple weeks ago, he would peck her cheek and she’d be grinning from ear to ear, on their way to his place or a date to the movies. She would compliment his music choice of Every Time I Die to Empire of the Sun, and a smile is on his face; bright and gracious that they shared similar tastes.
Not now.”
I find that adorable. This actually made my day.
And I’m writing this on the front of my diary-notebook. I love it quite dearly.
Aw, I’m glad to hear it :D
Oh, did you write it? :) It’s quite beautiful. I find it deep and sincere. Kudos. :D I keep things like this into a notebook. You know beautiful stories like this, a perfect epitome.