l'arrache-coeur

Nov 27
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futurisms:


Dearest Cecilia, the story can resume. The one I had been planning on that evening walk. I can become again the man who once crossed the surrey park at dusk, in my best suit, swaggering on the promise of life. The man who, with the clarity of passion, made love to you in the library. The story can resume. I will return. Find you, love you, marry you and live without shame.

futurisms:

Dearest Cecilia, the story can resume. The one I had been planning on that evening walk. I can become again the man who once crossed the surrey park at dusk, in my best suit, swaggering on the promise of life. The man who, with the clarity of passion, made love to you in the library. The story can resume. I will return. Find you, love you, marry you and live without shame.

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Nov 26
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falseeeyelashes:

calikalie | fuckyeahschwartzverse:

SETH: Do you know what I dream about when I dream about Thanksgiving, which is often? I dream about eating so much deliciousness that all the blood rushes to my stomach and I pass out at the table. Please don’t deny me that! RYAN: That’s just weird.
The O.C., 1x11 The Homecoming

falseeeyelashes:

calikaliefuckyeahschwartzverse:

SETH: Do you know what I dream about when I dream about Thanksgiving, which is often? I dream about eating so much deliciousness that all the blood rushes to my stomach and I pass out at the table. Please don’t deny me that! 
RYAN: That’s just weird.

The O.C., 1x11 The Homecoming