you call it jealousy, I call it fear of losing you

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Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land. When you can no longer hold my hand. Nor I half turned to go yet turning stay. A vestige of the thoughts that once I had. Better by far that you should forget and smile. Than that you remember and be sad. Poem by Christina Rossetti - Remember

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I love your lips when they're wet with wine. And red with a wild desire. I love your eyes when the lovelight lies lit with a passionate fire. So kiss me sweet with your warm, wet mouth. Still freshened with ruby red wine. Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox - I Love You

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American Apparel, I have these socks they're really comfortable! You can buy them in different colours of the rainbow!

http://www.modelsjam.com/2014/08/pauline-hoarau-paris-october-2013.html

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summer meltdown

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watermelon have it cold, straight out of the fridge on a hot day it will refresh and replenish with it's sweetness!

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kate moss playing with stars

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She walks in beauty, like the night. of cloudless climes and starry skies. and all that's best of dark and bright meet in her aspect and her eyes. Poem by Lord Byron (George Gordon) She Walks in Beauty

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on a summery day water works best to bring you back to being cool!

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A heart whose love is innocent

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the most beautiful place to play

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BFF

http://www.thefreedictionary.com/_/dict.aspx?rd=1&word=friendship

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