You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via hplyrikz)
A look in your eyes
And I know that I’m yours
Your fingers around mine,
I know you’ll never go
Kiss me hard and hold me close
Make me forget all my pains
And not cause you anymore
— Richa Gill (@RiichaG_)
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