Sometimes I think I have felt everything I’m ever gonna feel. And from here on out, I’m not gonna feel anything new. Just lesser versions of what I’ve already felt.
I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.
newyork:

Marilyn Monroe and Arthur Miller in New York, also by Sam Shaw
You ripped my heart out of my chest but the sad thing is I picked it up and handed it right back to you.
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