Love in December.

A blissful 9th, baby. I can’t stop mentally pinching myself everytime we’re together—it still feels so surreal, like I don’t even deserve to be this happy. But I do, and I’m thankful I found this happyness with you.

I love you.

Gloria Steinem during the 60s. NEVER judge a girl by the length of her skirt, the arch of her brows, the thickness of her mascara, the color of her eyeliner, nor by the length of her nails, and the color of her polish… until you hear her speak.

Scratch that. NEVER JUDGE.

Eighth for Infinity.

Happy eighth, baby. I cannot wait to be with you again, but the longing makes it worth the wait. Just a few more weeks and we’ll be together. I miss you. And I love you.

Me+You. I love you.

Strawberry shortcakes.

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this summer (by m a v)

Yum.

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Romantic.

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pekori:

“”Punkature”

Photo : Nick Knight

Styling : Alister Mackie

Bewitching.

Erotic.

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Ethereal.

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Oh, Monica.

Lucky Seven ♥

Happy seventh, baby love! Thank you for bringing happyness and contentment into my life. You are my lucky charm. I terribly miss you, but the waiting makes it even sweeter. I love you.

ffoodd:

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I love all things cheese, bread, and tomatoes.

Can I have some now, please?

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