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Post reblogged from She paints with her hands.
It’s snowing here. And it sounds so cliche, but I wish I was standing beneath the flurry with you. I want to see the flakes melt into rivers on your warm skin. I want you to keep us from the cold. I want to sit silently in the car, listening to the faint tap of the snow like a million heartbeats, holding our breath.
It’s snowing here. And I am sick of it already.
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Photo reblogged from LIVE LIFE AND DONT LOOK BACK
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Photo reblogged from LIVE LIFE AND DONT LOOK BACK
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