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cuddle^^

cuddle^^

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WTH IS THIS OMG HAHAHAHHAA.

WTH IS THIS OMG HAHAHAHHAA.

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hahaha poor baby playing at bury me in the sand?

hahaha poor baby playing at bury me in the sand?

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take my hand forever?

take my hand forever?

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tylerknott:

Sometimes you take a photo and it feels like light. Sometimes like strength. Sometimes like grace and delicacy and the emergence of Hope. Sometimes, all of them at once.

tylerknott:

Sometimes you take a photo and it feels like light. Sometimes like strength. Sometimes like grace and delicacy and the emergence of Hope. Sometimes, all of them at once.

I want to feel it,
the breathtaking certainty,
that comes when you’re loved.
if only summer were just you and i.

if only summer were just you and i.

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cuddle^^

cuddle^^

(via hplyrikz)

WTH IS THIS OMG HAHAHAHHAA.

WTH IS THIS OMG HAHAHAHHAA.

(Source: life--on--a--cloud, via the-absolute-best-posts)

hahaha poor baby playing at bury me in the sand?

hahaha poor baby playing at bury me in the sand?

(Source: tastefullyoffensive, via the-absolute-best-posts)

(Source: staypozitive)

take my hand forever?

take my hand forever?

(Source: antisocialblogger, via staypozitive)

tylerknott:

Sometimes you take a photo and it feels like light. Sometimes like strength. Sometimes like grace and delicacy and the emergence of Hope. Sometimes, all of them at once.

tylerknott:

Sometimes you take a photo and it feels like light. Sometimes like strength. Sometimes like grace and delicacy and the emergence of Hope. Sometimes, all of them at once.

I want to feel it,
the breathtaking certainty,
that comes when you’re loved.
if only summer were just you and i.

if only summer were just you and i.

(Source: moanarch, via beyondarithmetic)

"I want to feel it,
the breathtaking certainty,
that comes when you’re loved."

About:

denise.
i'm a dreamer, an idealist. i find my way by moonlight, wandering by lone sea breakers, and sitting by desolate streams. World losers and world forsakers, for whom the pale moon gleams. Like all dreamers I confuse disenchantment with truth.

i believe, there is no real ending in life. It’s just the place where you stop the story.

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