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i like to think of myself as jack kerouac reincarnated without the alcoholism

(formerly alltimeangela)

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I love you so much, sometimes I look at you and can’t believe you’re sitting next to me and I have to hug you because I’m so overjoyed that you’re back in my life and in my arms. I love you so much, you don’t always notice me watching you but I am, I swear I watch your every move, because even though I have you memorized, it’s surreal to me that you’re an actual person that I play with and laugh with and cry with and kiss all the time because you’re the epitome of everything I’ve ever wanted all wrapped up in a single human. I love you so much, everything about you, even the parts that aren’t easy to love because even those are still easy for *me* to love because they’re you. I love you so much, every time I look at you, I see the next 80 years of my life.

transcendentalbrilliance:

prob my favorite kissing picture we’ve ever taken…..and we’ve taken a lot in 5+ years

transcendentalbrilliance:

prob my favorite kissing picture we’ve ever taken…..and we’ve taken a lot in 5+ years

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allhailthepumpkinqueen:

The fucking sound he makes kills me every time

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She was terrific to hold hands with. Most girls if you hold hands with them, their goddam hand dies on you, or else they think they have to keep moving their hand all the time, as if they were afraid they’d bore you or something. Jane was different. We’d get into a goddam movie or something, and right away we’d start holding hands, and we wouldn’t quit till the movie was over. And without changing the position or making a deal out of it. You never even worried, with Jane, whether your hand was sweaty or not. All you knew was, you were happy. You really were.

 J. D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via teenager90s)

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  • chrisbrinleejr:

    Today was fun. We found our own private blue lagoon up in the mountains 45 minutes southwest of Reykjavik, Iceland. The water was warmed by the many hot springs located in the area; temperatures were balanced out by the cool water flowing in. Perfect. We were the only people around for miles; our spirits could not be contained.

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