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shykha:

«La pluie tombe comme nous tombons amoureux: en déjouant les prévisions.»
- Martin Page

shykha:

«La pluie tombe comme nous tombons amoureux: en déjouant les prévisions.»

- Martin Page

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The Smiths happened because I had walked home in the rain once too often.
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liquidnight:

“There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she  won’t remember and that she can’t even let herself think about because  that’s when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her  mind it’s always raining a slow and endless drizzle.
You will hear that she has left the country, that there was a gift  she wanted you to have, but it is lost before it reaches you. Late one  night the telephone will sign, and a voice that might be hers will say  something that you cannot interpret before the connection crackles and  is broken.
Several years later, from a taxi, you will see someone in a doorway  who looks like her, but she will be gone by the time you persuade the  driver to stop. You will never see her again.
Whenever it rains you will think of her.”
—       Neil Gaiman, “Strange Little Girls” from Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders
Photographer unknown
[photo via Vintage glam!]

liquidnight:

“There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she won’t remember and that she can’t even let herself think about because that’s when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her mind it’s always raining a slow and endless drizzle.

You will hear that she has left the country, that there was a gift she wanted you to have, but it is lost before it reaches you. Late one night the telephone will sign, and a voice that might be hers will say something that you cannot interpret before the connection crackles and is broken.

Several years later, from a taxi, you will see someone in a doorway who looks like her, but she will be gone by the time you persuade the driver to stop. You will never see her again.

Whenever it rains you will think of her.”

— Neil Gaiman, “Strange Little Girls” from Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders

Photographer unknown

[photo via Vintage glam!]

makiyamac: michi66f: shinichiro: This picture. (via nicoIe)

makiyamacmichi66fshinichiro: This picture. (via nicoIe)

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googoogoojoob: artpixie: gloomy tuesday (by Monika)
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