in the end are we becoming strangers again?

My heart is the same from the beginning It's full of scars now it's changing more and more

Your smile is shining gold

Love's real name is obviously hate

The cause of pain is always a misunderstanding

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"Create art out of heartbreaks; it’s the fastest way to heal. Make enough to build a small museum of your beautiful tragedies, and show the world how unbreakable you are."

—Brooke Shaden (via lazypacific)

"The sea before me is smooth and beautiful - like your face sometimes when my heart is at rest. Do you remember the last 14th of July? This one will be lonely: I think of Paris. We hate it sometimes, but it’s the city of our love. When I walk again through its streets on its quays, with you beside me, it will be the healing of a long illness - cruel as absence. But until then, I remain turned towards you, with as much anxiety as joy, in love as they say. But the love I have for you is full of cries. It is my life and outside of it I am just a dead soul."

-Albert Camus to Maria Casarès, Correspondance, July 14, 1949 .

"أريد أن أظل مُمتلئ بالأسباب".