I wish things between us weren’t so damaged and fragile. I miss feeling safe, and comfortable, and trusting him with everything. I miss the whispers. Sweet things, dirty things, whatever. How do you get back to the way things were?
Portrait of a Girl, 1952, pastel drawing
The Kiss VI, 1953, graphite on paper
You won’t do our things with another girl, or say the same things, will you?
by Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via larmoyante)
by Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via larmoyante)
so he is allowed to be moody and depressed and aggressive and i’m supposed to be funny and happy and confident all the time
Harry Paul Ally. recent work
that’s how you do it i guess. thanks ryan!
Margarita Georgiadis - Landscapes, 2009 - oil on canvas
