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Sometimes
dearoldlove:
I think about you sometimes. By sometimes, I mean all the time.
20 SEC READING: Measuring love →
To measure love is to love without measure.
He broke my heart. You merely broke my life.
– Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via forlovers)
Every one of us has someone who is hidden in the bottom of our heart. And when...
– Nam from “A little thing called love”. (via jaypan)