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From Huntington Beach, the OC in SoCal to the mountains of North Carolina for at least four years... what will happen?

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Glimpses of hope. LOVE. My students. Interior design. Shopping. Sleep. Books. Cliche romance movies. Movies, in general. Bad reality TV.

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Jun 20

lovebot:

boymeetslove:

I’ve been telling myself that I’m in love with you without actually being in love you for way too long now.

We’ve come to a point where we can’t go any farther than we have since we’ve been together. As much as I didn’t see this coming, this is the end.

My only hope is that you’re as ready for this as I am.


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Jun 13

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And I know it’s not love, but I’m not sorry at all.
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Jun 09
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creampuff: Someone

lovebot:

creampuff: Someone

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In my whole life, everything is all or nothing—and obsessively romantic. I’m interested in how things feel, how it would feel if you were there and you were lying in a chair looking up at the ceiling, and how it would smell and how the flowers would look and things like that.
— David Collins (via batlashes) (via 52hearts) (via letterboxlove) (via lovebot)

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The way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person’s soul until you find a crack, and then gently pour your love into that crack.
— Keith Miller (via creampuff) (via lovebot)

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