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This is my newest coping mechanism for getting over someone. ANYTHING that reminds me of him is game. Bedrooms, quotes, poems, pictures, etc., no matter how corny/juvenile they might sometimes seem.
All photos belong to their original photographer. If you see something you can help me properly credit, please, feel free.
“Everything you do it sends me higher than the moon. With every twinkle in your eye, you strike a match that lights my heart on fire/ When you’re near, I hide my blushing face, and trip on my shoelaces. Grace just isn’t my forta. But it brings me to my kees when you say, “Hello, how are you, my darling?”
+ 10.15.2011 / 621 notes / via l-amour-fou, bumblenessity