(Source: travelinchik)
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She sat there in her loneliness and watched the never ending dark. She wished that feelings didn’t exist, that her life wasn’t so predictable and that she was sitting in the morning light in a small apartment in the center of Paris. But that was just what she wished, of course.
If you be my star, I’ll be your sky
(Source: sighr)
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So, I was walking through the rain with my umbrella, which was covering my face so I barely saw the ground. It was okey for me, then I could be alone with my thoughts without being distracted or disturbed. But right now the whole street was empty, no cars, no buses, no people at all. So there were actually no one or nothing that could interfere me. Suddenly someone stopped in front of me. I recognized those shoes. Those well worn, black, or more grey nowadays, docs. The docs with the yellow laces. I recognized them so well, because they belong to a person that’s close to my heart. I didn’t have to look up and see who the person was. I just stood there, looking at those docs and smiled, and I’m pretty sure he did the same.




