(Source: wanderlustchild, via wanderlustchild)
I remember being fourteen and feeling so lovesick dreaming up what perfect love would be like. soft, frail, full of light, like two bodies that ate the sun for breakfast. everything fresh and alive between them. It always felt like this.
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