
Sam’s new fridge by Mark McLaughlin on Flickr.

untitled by Fernando Farfán on Flickr.

Night train to Abisko, Sweden by theycallmefred on Flickr.
I looked into those eyes and I saw an absolute sadness. But there you were, speaking as if nothing had happened, contemplating to assure me that you are everything but crushed. My dearest, I know the taste of defeat, and no matter how hard you try to hide them, one who has been there would be able to smell it. But it is understandable for you to act like this; it is good to be positive, so you put on that smile on your face, but clearly you were struggling in convincing me that I should not be worried.
My dear, you should know by now that I am not that easy to be convinced. One look into your eyes and the seconds you speak; those are just enough for the sadness to be felt, flowing through my blood vessel, and filled the insides of the heart. I need not you to admit especially if you don’t want to, but I am hoping that you understand my intention — that I am here for you always. It is never wrong to feel the way you are feeling right now. It is never a weakness. Even heroes have the right to bleed. Ti amerò per sempre con tutto il mio cuore, non importa quello che accadrà.
(Source: fiorello46)

Road Trip by sarah.snowdon on Flickr.
Tell me, how to make mend a cut that is so deep it won’t stop bleeding? Tell me, how to tend a bruised heart in a storm? I’d do anything to ease the pain. This tough time won’t last, he will make it. — the thought echoes in my heart, with a bundle of hopes and wishes, because it needs to be strong to push through this throng of nonsense. I’m trying, my dear, forgive me for my awkwardness in comforting your troubled soul.

¡loveyou! by A. Pagliaricci ♦ on Flickr.

Hanayashiki by Mark McLaughlin on Flickr.

love note. by s h ⩓ r o n on Flickr.

untitled by 今 ゆっくりと 歩いていこう on Flickr.