Laura Fondrini

Laura Fondrini

Laura Fondrini
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"There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice." ~F Scott Fitzgerald #quotes by Ratnarak

"There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice." ~F Scott Fitzgerald #quotes by Ratnarak

Maybe a hopeful sentence in classic literature has helped you out during a dark time. | Which Quote In Literature Helped You Out With Your Depression?

Maybe a hopeful sentence in classic literature has helped you out during a dark time. | Which Quote In Literature Helped You Out With Your Depression?

Charles Dickens Quote Made on Typewriter by FlightOfFancyPrints

Charles Dickens Quote Made on Typewriter by FlightOfFancyPrints

great literary quotes | funny lit books classics Literature The Great Gatsby book covers great ...

great literary quotes | funny lit books classics Literature The Great Gatsby book covers great ...

20 quotes for the traveler with an Irish spirit https://maddiemaher.wordpress.com/2015/03/09/irish-literary-beauty/

20 quotes for the traveler with an Irish spirit https://maddiemaher.wordpress.com/2015/03/09/irish-literary-beauty/

be afraid of nothing..absolutely!!

be afraid of nothing..absolutely!!

Stay Wild Neon Sign - Urban Outfitters

Stay Wild Neon Sign - Urban Outfitters

You can have it all, but how much do you want it?

You can have it all, but how much do you want it?

Real eyes realize real lies

Real eyes realize real lies

"What do you love?" I cough, rub my tired eyes with my calloused hands, and lean my back against the bed frame. "I love the smell of coffee in the morning. Hell, I love coffee all the time period." I drum my fingers on my knee caps and meet his eyes. The boy with eyes that hold all the stories and all the secrets. These eyes are prying into mine, begging me to fully give in to his question. What do I love? And I, the girl who shut everyone out when she died, finally let the words out. s.g

"What do you love?" I cough, rub my tired eyes with my calloused hands, and lean my back against the bed frame. "I love the smell of coffee in the morning. Hell, I love coffee all the time period." I drum my fingers on my knee caps and meet his eyes. The boy with eyes that hold all the stories and all the secrets. These eyes are prying into mine, begging me to fully give in to his question. What do I love? And I, the girl who shut everyone out when she died, finally let the words out. s.g