We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place. We stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there. We travel to ourselves when we go to a place. Now we have covered the stretch of our lives, no matter how brief it may have been. - Amadeu.
Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic.Frida Kahlo (via thepirateprince)