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You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains. You say that you love the sun, but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines. You say that you love the wind, but you close your windows when wind blows. This is why I am afraid, you say that you love me too.
William Shakespeare (via venebelle)
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helenmurphy:

Omg I need this outfit

helenmurphy:

Omg I need this outfit

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honeyc0mb:


This is a bridge in Paris. You hang locks on it with the name of you & your boyfriend/girlfriend/best-friend then throw the key into the river. So even though the friend/relationship may end, you can’t remove the lock. It stays there forever, as relevance to someone once a part of your life.

wow that’s beautiful ^
i want to do this

honeyc0mb:

This is a bridge in Paris. You hang locks on it with the name of you & your boyfriend/girlfriend/best-friend then throw the key into the river. So even though the friend/relationship may end, you can’t remove the lock. It stays there forever, as relevance to someone once a part of your life.

wow that’s beautiful ^

i want to do this

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cantstopmymindfromwandering:

BUCKETLIST: to be kissed under the mistletoee <3

cantstopmymindfromwandering:

BUCKETLIST: to be kissed under the mistletoee <3

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I really can’t picture anyone having a crush on me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me before they fall asleep, or telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I said hi to them, or even just smiled at them. I can’t picture someone smiling at the computer screen or their cell phones when we’re talking. I mean like; why would they even do that? I’m just me. Nothing extraordinary, or special.

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