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(Source: radioheade-moved, via ugly)
"A week feels like a year when you’re seventeen and in love. A twenty minute drive might as well be an ocean. But we were together again and the whole world was rejoicing, even the gravel crunched melodiously under our feet as we danced onward through the night."
— Chloe Rattray, Sacré Noir (via observando)
I saw you at your worst and I stayed. You saw me at my best and you still left.