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I wake up each
morning wanting
more of you.

First, it was your
lips, then it was
your hands, now

it is your heart.
Now, it is always
your heart.

wanting, (via awelltraveledwoman)

(Source: stolenwine, via light-shot)

Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance.
– Anna Quindlen, Every Last One (via thedapperproject)

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I wake up each
morning wanting
more of you.

First, it was your
lips, then it was
your hands, now

it is your heart.
Now, it is always
your heart.

wanting, (via awelltraveledwoman)

(Source: stolenwine, via light-shot)

(Source: italianlady2, via southboundd)

(Source: dailydoseofstuf)

(Source: luckymag.com, via nylonpinksy)

Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance.
– Anna Quindlen, Every Last One (via thedapperproject)

(Source: wordsthat-speak, via thedapperproject)

"

I wake up each
morning wanting
more of you.

First, it was your
lips, then it was
your hands, now

it is your heart.
Now, it is always
your heart.

"
"Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance."

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