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rock the cowgirl blues, rock too fast for love ♥
Jun 16
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creampuff: I Think
creampuff: I Think
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creampuff: It’s Not
creampuff: It’s Not
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creampuff: I Want
creampuff: I Want
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creampuff: Someone
creampuff: Someone
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She belonged to me,” Chris said simply. “She was, you know, all the things I wasn’t. And I was all the things she wasn’t. She could paint circles around anyone; I can’t even draw a straight line. She was never into sports; I’ve always been.” Chris lifted his outstretched palm and curled his fingers. “Her hand,” he said. “It fit mine
— j picoult - the pact (via cultivate-romance) (via creampuff)
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creampuff: There’s No One
creampuff: There’s No One
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letterboxlove: creampuff: I Want To Tell You
letterboxlove: creampuff: I Want To Tell You
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Love wins, love always wins.
— Mitch Albom (via thresca)
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belowutopia: artpixie: alelovesyouandnick:    where are the matches? HAHAHAHAA

belowutopia: artpixie: alelovesyouandnick: where are the matches? HAHAHAHAA

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Jun 14
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She never got a chance to fall out of love, to do it properly, slowly and thoroughly, and the result was he was like a phantom limb. Gone but still there. And like a true phantom limb, the preponderance of feelings associated with him were painful.
— Sarah Dunn, Secrets to Happiness (via overflowing) (via letterboxlove)
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