weekends spent with him is like being a little kid at the beach and suddenly coming across hundreds and hundreds of the most beautiful, glittering seashells.
you know how sometimes you're sitting there thinking "LOVE IS STUPID AND NOT REAL AND I WANT TO STAB CUPID TO DEATH WITH HIS OWN LITTLE ARROW" and then you read your friend's website and you're like "awwww... maybe love IS real. my faith in humanity has been restored."
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yeah. it's kinda like that.
~j-diggity.
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