Tuesday, November 27

Everyday with you feels like a month of Sunday mornings



If I had less than a minute to live I'd kiss you again and again as if the world was ending and you're the only thing left to love. I hope that when the time really comes to an end, you'll be here, so I can hold you like a jar full of butterflies and kiss you like the rain kisses the lonely
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We accept the love we think we deserve
SOMEWHERE IN BETWEEN FALLING IN LOVE WITH OUR MIDNIGHT CONVERSATIONS AND THE WAY YOUR HANDS GRASPED MY HIPBONES WHILE YOUR LIPS STOLED THE ENDING OF MY SENTENCES