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[AGGRESSIVELY SMASHES THROUGH YOUR ROOF GRABS YOU BY THE HAND TAKES YOU OUT TO DINNER SCREAMS HOW PRETTY YOU ARE SHOVES MONEY AT THE WAITER TAKES YOU TO A MOVIE RUNS YOU BACK TO YOUR HOUSE KISSES YOU BY THE DOOR AND CARTWHEELS AWAY]

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straight veg

gluten free til i die

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I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand and the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep and there are no words for that.

  July 18, 2014 at 04:30pm
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1) wake up at 8am. bones feel like arctic winter.

2) cup of coffee.

3) walk to the market for strawberries & tulips.

4) come home. you’re still asleep. 

5) kiss your cheek. my delicate, hungover piece of shit.

6) make us breakfast. wake you up. eat. yawn.

7) spend the rest of sunday in a sea of white blankets with strawberries and daytime television.

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  July 13, 2014 at 02:30pm

There is love in holding and there is love in letting go.

Elizabeth Berg

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