Serendipity (And other drugs)
A prayer for the brave at heart, kept in cages

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But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight. - Ernest Hemingway (via david-f-locke)
My life used to be full of everything. Now if you aren’t with me I haven’t a thing in the world. - Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via blonde-on-grey)