If conversation was the lyrics, laughter was the music, making time spent together a melody that could be replayed over and over without getting stale. Cite Arrow Nicholas Sparks (via ohteenscanrelate)

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She is not “my girl.”

She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.

How much more blessed can I be?

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vodkacupcakes:

College : bullshitting essays 6 hours before they’re due.

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be-sex:

 

be-sex:

 

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