The beauty of things must be that they end.
No matter what, nobody can take away the dances you’ve already had.
Gabriel García Márquez
(March 6, 1927 - April 17, 2014)
(Source: Flickr / theconstantemptying)
I’d probably still adore you with your hand around my neck,
or I did last time I checked.
Solitude is the playfield of Satan.
(Source: Flickr / eugenia_loli)