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"The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too."
 Ernest Hemingway (via applebottomg)

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My eye caught a dark form lying on the river bottom. It took me a few moments to comprehend what I had stumbled upon. Lying peacefully in the shallow waters of the river, only a few meters from shore, was a full-grown cougar. The contrast between the serenity of the scene I was witnessing and what must have played out here in the cougar’s final moments made me shiver. It was the first shiver of many, as I stripped down and waded out into the icy water to get this shot. x
"She was the one, but I was too young and dumb to realize it at the time. So when she moves on and continues her life with another lover, I will not cry; I will remain silent and reflect back on the memories we once shared, with the knowledge that no one is at fault that the only thoughts I possess are memories, except I."
C.M. (via moneybagsmoskol)

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It was a cold September, Before the Indian summer, That’s the thing I remember, Then she gave me her number, Went from station to station, On a train ‘cross the nation And the rain of November, That’s the time that we ended
Vodka with Coca Cola, Cocaine tucked in her shoes, Cigarettes over coffee, Her halo slipped to a noose, Take a slow boat to China, You fly a rag ‘round the moon, She could take it or leave it, I knew it had to end soon.
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