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More photos of Père Lachaise that I had forgotten about in my camera!!
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the levels of cunt they’re serving in this photo,,,,fucking astronomical
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Beginnings bring the lightness of hope, the freshness of the unknown and the pulse of the unexpected that can happen. These are promises, lines not yet written, an open horizon before us. Already final, they carry the weight of what was experienced, the cutting of what is closed and the longing for what can no longer be touched. While beginnings invite us to dream, endings force us to remember. They confront us with the fragility of time, with the certainty that everything inevitably comes to an end. It's not the emptiness of the end that hurts, but the echo of the memories it holds. Each farewell is a small death, a renunciation of what was and that, in a way, we still want to continue to be. Maybe they are difficult because endings never belong entirely to us. They take away something that, however brief it may have been, was part of us. And maybe that's why they hurt so much: they force us to be witnesses of the ending, while we still long for the beginning.
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Beginnings bring the lightness of hope, the freshness of the unknown and the pulse of the unexpected that can happen. These are promises, lines not yet written, an open horizon before us. Already final, they carry the weight of what was experienced, the cutting of what is closed and the longing for what can no longer be touched. While beginnings invite us to dream, endings force us to remember. They confront us with the fragility of time, with the certainty that everything inevitably comes to an end. It's not the emptiness of the end that hurts, but the echo of the memories it holds. Each farewell is a small death, a renunciation of what was and that, in a way, we still want to continue to be. Maybe they are difficult because endings never belong entirely to us. They take away something that, however brief it may have been, was part of us. And maybe that's why they hurt so much: they force us to be witnesses of the ending, while we still long for the beginning.
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Sometimes loving someone feels like throwing up, maybe I should just love silly kittens forever
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loving the silly things in life is what makes me live, being excited to go to a cemetery, eagerly awaiting the release of a movie, being happy to see a crow. It's the little things in life that take away our bitterness
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Père Lachaise ♡♡
#goth#dark#vampire#gothic#goth girl#dark art#goth architecture#architecture#gothblr#goth vibes#my photos#paris#horror
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Montmartre —
#goth#gothic#goth architecture#goth art#dark#paris#architecture#pictures#gothic photography#my photos#gothcore
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It must be so bad to hate me, modesty aside but I'm one of the sweetest person you'll ever meet
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— Bony nails
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What's the point of being beautiful on the outside if you're disgusting on the inside?
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