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Here's to the days where all we have to worry about are counting butterflies, tracing freckles and stealing kisses.

Here's to the days where all we have to worry about are counting butterflies, tracing freckles and stealing kisses. Must have wedding photo.

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Please don't let me be lonely tonight. I ache & I'm so lost without YOU! I Love YOU! You hold all of my heart!

"When you're drowning, you can't reach out for another person's hand. All you will do is drag them down with you. You have to find something else to hold onto..."/ make it Jesus! He will bring you up into the light!

Seek a light. Miranda wanted light. She wanted to get out from the darkness. She died alone in the darkness.

"And when the hour is dark, and when shadows fall on us, still ... our love is bright like a star in the night sky. It shines from within. Our love IS light" -Vasia Papazoglou

Her kiss left a mark that remained for years later. "If you play me," Jia started, her voice barely a breath, "this kiss will be your last.

just to keep my hands on you! <3

just to keep my hands on you!

that one person will come when the time is right.

(Photo idea) "When he spoke to me he didn't even look me in the eyes yet he made my heart flutter faster than the wings of a hummingbird, seeking in desperation the sweetest nectars of his love.

I crave the most innocent parts of a relationship. Like holding hands and forehead kisses and being able to tell someone how much I absolutely adore them. • Merry Christmas babies!

I crave the most innocent parts of a relationship. Like holding hands and forehead kisses and being able to tell someone how much I absolutely adore them. I miss you.

Devendra Banhart and Ana Kras. The story goes that she was assigned to photograph him and upon their meeting, within the first five minutes, he proposed. They’ve been together ever since. Ana is also an Everlane model :)

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spenserstevens: Martina Matencio Hands can tell you the real truth about someone. The way they rise or fall, so often unconscious of their sadness or grace, can signal final defeat or love that hides behind a straight face or cynical smile.

Not only did I love her, but I could tell the whole universe loved her too. More than others. She was different. After all, I would be a fool not to notice the way the sunshine played with her hair.

Just to feel your hair. I wish you felt what I felt when I run my fingers through your hair or bury my nose in it. And to feel it draped around me is something of magic to my senses.