magic-of-cinema:

Silk 2007 / François Girard
What shall I call you, when my lips receive the flaming ruby of yours,
and our souls fuse in the fire of the kiss like night and day in dawn, and I can no longer see the world, no longer see time, and I drown in mysterious transports of eternity - what shall I call you?

Sándor Petőfi

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He kissed like he was drowning and I was air.

Jenny Han

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leave the world behind you
I don’t know anything with certainty, but seeing the stars makes me dream.

Vincent van Gogh

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huffwell:

The high plains of Oregon. One of my favorite areas.