Drunk Me Is The Me I Really Want To Be. Confident, Hilarious And, Most Importantly, Drunk. 

The night was young but I only had you for that moment. Your hands occassionally found mine when it’s not on the steering wheel, I loved it. Some days that memory make me sad, tonight it made me smile. Probably because for that moment I knew you were mine. At least for almost an hour you were mine, and I was yours, not to keep but to remember for the rest of our lives.

I know you’re happy where you are, I am as well. Glad I didn’t drag you into my messy life. I wanted you to remember me as you saw me. For the last time. It was me. All me. All my fault. Sorry.

Salma Deera, Letters from Medea

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simply gorgeous in the sunshine..

Berlin sunrise, 2012