^{Have you ever looked at a picture of yourself and seen a stranger in the background? It makes you wonder how many strangers have pictures of you. How many moments of other peoples lives have we been in? We’re part of someone’s life when their dreams come true? Or were we there when their dreams died? Did we keep trying to get in, as if we were somehow destined to be there? Or did the shock take us by surprise? Just think, you’d be a big part of someone else’s life… and not even know it”
-Lucas Scott "One Tree}

Я бы написала на сигарете твое имя. Нет, не для того чтоб докурить и бросить. Для того чтоб дышать тобой.

Слишком поздно Любить.

Слишком поздно все исправить.

Слишком поздно быть с тобой.

Слишком поздно просить прощения.

[its too late APOLOGIZE]