» there’s love, which is much deeper, much different. It’s a thing of beauty.
Kiss me. Take my hand and stare eagerly into my eyes. Gently push me up against the wall, move in close so your body is pressed against mine. My heart flutters and my blood rushes because I know this is it, this is going to be our first kiss. My eyes say, “follow me to the ends of the earth” and all I want to do is be yours.
The Lines on our hands state that we are for Forever.
"The Lines on our hands state that we are for Forever"
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Monday, February 20, 2012 at 12:05 AM
Its almost twelve.
im doing my routine of mask on my bed.
im feeling and looking old.
i think baby looks younger then i am.
thats not good news.

since young, everyone always say i
look older then i really am. ):
perhaps thats a bad thing when im young.
but as i become older, i hope i still look
like how i look now.
i dont wanna be a disgrace to my baby.
i wanna look and feel pretty for him.
i know guys are visual animals.
so i wanna look my best for my man.

whenever exams are around the corner,
i tend to panic and hyperventilate more often.
like my chest is shrrinking into a ball.
feels like im gonna suffocate.
i will eat, sleep, breathe my notes
till the end of my exams
for the 999 kisses for 100 days!
i will get it. there's nothing i cant do.
hit it baby!


/the bed feels warmer when you're in it.
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