"Yeah well you....are my, christmas tree, you mean everything to me." #magicperfume
{In Kinshasa, the girls took me to Nice Cream and gave me cinnamon icecream turned into a milkshake. It tasted like Christmas!} Dear really cute lovestories that aren't gross, thank you for existing. Come visit me?
im still not ready for reality. but four days of escapism may do me good. {banana splits, scented candles and happy songs.} "let's just lay here forever, we can slow down together" everyone should spend their night watching paperheart. and dreaming about wearing boots with kneehighs in the rain tomorrow. it feels so good to be home. xoxo
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