Reblogged from Excuse me while I kiss the sky
l'amour
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“
Our eyelashes brushed like they would weave together by themselves, turning us into one wild thing. I say, ‘I think I missed you before I met you’
— Francesca Lia Block
leave a love note on the pillow for me when I wake up and I’ll be yours.
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