April 2011
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bulimica:
Take off your shirt. Let my lips cover your skin like the clouds on the moon. Let my fingers be the wind pulling you in every direction no matter the cost. Your body is summertime. Your voice, Sunday morning. G. E. Lovely
i love the way you notice the little things.
A mask tells us more than a face.
– Oscar Wilde
londonlily asked: i love your blog :D Xxxx
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