Speak low, If you speak love.– William Shakespeare (via flimzy)
And then I kissed her. And she fell into a bed of roses, a thousand thorns caress her skin as she spins in and out of eternity pins herself to the petals and pulls herself to the pillar falls into a pool of perfection and her reflection smiles a hundred smiles light up the stars, far from where she sings, brings herself to cry, wonder why, wins her wonder to wonder why, under skies...
My best friend is magical.
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