'Tis now the summer of your youth

♥ ‘Tis now the summer of your youth; time has not cropt the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them. — Edward Moore
♥ the same moon
♥ Her mind, was a very big house, we got lost there for hours
♥ the dark, distant sky full of twinkling stars
♥ gravity
♥ No love, no friendship, can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever. — François Mauriac
♥ a cool evening breeze brushing over bare shoulders
♥ a jar of dried rose petals
♥ tendrils of roots shooting out from a cutting
♥ a good laugh
♥ breathing out and breathing in deeply
♥ He knows perfectly well that he’s never loved anyone but her and that he’s never been loved by anyone but her. That she was his only love and that nothing will ever be able to change that. — Anna Gavalda, For Years