miranda clark           images            words            love letters            daybooks

true love will find you in the end

it’s when i’m without you

didn’t we almost have it all

the promise of another night

my heart someday

only you / solo en tí

it’s not a love, not a love song

someday when my dreams come true, come true

where the clouds are far behind her

untitled interiors

love is love

lips red as

claudine

elizabeth

sophie

afternoon girls

a torso slowly dances, his heart beating.  



two songs, one a sugary confection + the other a ballad about the heart moving on.



both are hopeless.



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