you can't make them love you.He is beautiful, new, unexplored. He has wanted to kiss her ever since they met one week ago and fell prey to helpless chemistry.you can't make them love you.
“Don’t,” she says, moving her hands in a subconscious “yes” pattern along his arm as he rubs his cheek against hers. “You don’t even know my favourite colour.” The wind cuts through her thin jacket, and his chest is so warm.
“Red,” he guesses, improbably correct. His ears are cold.
In vino veritas
No reason
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Why do you have to be a nonconformist like everybody else?
- James Thurber
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I take pictures.
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*~*Chantal*~*
- They called it Paradise, I don't know why. You call some place Paradise, kiss it goodbye. -
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It's good to be a little crazy.
Welcome to DeviantArt.
And welcome to deviantART!
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Oh Jebus...
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"The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but imagination."
Bis vivit qui bene.
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