♥"""i dream"""""♥
Current mood:♥untouched♥
"Never Had A Dream Come True" I never, never had a dream come true In my every dream, I'm loved by you And we're free as the wind And true love is no sin Therefore, men are men, not machines I never, never had a dream come true Without you, the world out there is painted shades of blue Since our roads never crossed I work just to please the boss Think I might as well get lost in my dreams I never, never had a dream come true Yes, I'm gonna dream about you baby my whole life through But I'm glad I'm chained to my dreams Keep on dreamin' Sing along with me Keep on dreamin'

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident."

--strawberrishortcakke

I Guess It's Safe 2 Say I Luv H.I.M
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"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable...

--strawberrishortcakke

thinking....

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident."

--strawberrishortcakke