I love that moment when you ask someone if they were in love. The way they pause for what feels as though an eternity, and glance away as though they are rewatching a daydream. Their eyes play a story, they’re eyes become louder and more responsive than their words. Because truth be told, when you’re in love your eyes refuse to lie.
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I don’t know if this means anything to you. But as I was walking today to the French Quarter, I saw this pay phone and thought it looked interesting so I took this picture of it. It has been raining for the past 2 days here, so I assume that the man that loves Karla probably called her on this very pay phone in the rain. Drinking from this very bottle. Probably pouring his heart to her to get her back. I don’t know if she accepted his sorry’s or not. But I bet when he got off the phone he wrote this. I hope they worked it out.
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Your smile is the only sunrise worth setting my alarm clock early enough to see.
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Aleksander Gierymski, Jezioro o zachodzie słońca, 1900
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