Dec 08, 2006 01:23
Love is like running through the rain with an umbrella made of fire. Or being lost inside a cave and lying down and trying to touch the ceiling. No, that's not quite right.
Love is like being the tiniest little bird, and swallowing the moon.
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i didnt think id be the only one who could only think that when they saw this
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