feeling fuzzy
like steaming hot cocoa
fresh on a chilly, winter day
sweetness.
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♥ Spontaneity;
Louis Pauzé: "We're all going to die. Write that down, miss. We don't have the luxury of a thousand years on this earth. Only sixty, or maybe eighty little years if we're lucky. And these years pass in a flash. Why not offer flowers to your spouse every night? Why deprive yourself of the happiness of making your house a home? Why resist your impulse? Daily life is the most beautiful voyage..."
♥ Constellations;
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- i really can't stand you;
- grow hair, grow hair, grow!
- Turning the Tables of Destiny: A short story
- the drive in town was dreary;
- i sit here in this quiet place;
- i'm drowning, disappearing;
- oh sweet release;
- the days are getting shorter;
- she had a dream last night;
- A sweet prayer
- nursing
- tick tock tick tock
- do you hear me when i call out your name;
- we will run through the hallways;
- dæmon;
- a happy day today will be and is;
- give thanks
- i'll say hello and goodbye to the sunrise;
- what is it like
- tra la la;
- Sweet lullabies whispered in my ears;
- happy;
- i am a balloon inflated with elation;
- the semester is almost at an end
- Painted hearts dance across her cheekbones
- Paper-thin memories splay on the screen
- can you feel the open breeze
- Tell me, what do you see
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♥ Likes;
♥ Sanctuary;
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