LOST.

Stephanie Seymour

Chanel HC SS 1995

Photo By Karl Lagerfeld

shit

fuck

fuckin

words that come casually to my mind

love really is just "i am thinking of you. i will ask you if you are okay. i remember your favorite flavor of tea. i want to talk to you. i hope your mother is well. i will read to you. i like your laugh. this perfume gives you a headache. i want to help you. i will sit next to you. i got you the chocolate you like. your eyes have gold in them. i think you'd like this book. i miss you when you aren't here." isn't it

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