WHATS GOING ON IN MY MIND 90 PERCENT OF THE TIME

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like… actually yeah

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An Ode to my Love <3 

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Love Love Love 

I kissed him, trying to bring him back. I kissed him and let my lips rest against his so that our breath mingled and the tears from my eyes became salt on his skin, and I told myself that, somewhere, tiny particles of him would become tiny particles of me, ingested, swallowed, alive perpetual. I wanted to press every bit of me against him. I wanted to will something into him. I wanted to give him every bit of life I felt and force him to life.

Jojo Moyes, Me Before You (via aspirethesenses)

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