He was in my hair, my eyes, my fingers, my heart. I day-dreamed about what he was doing, thinking, seeing, smelling, feeling. I could not eat for thoughts of him. Lisa See, Peony in Love 

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Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day. A. A. Milne 

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foodtrucker:

*highlights your face cause you’re important to me*

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