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All day, every day.
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I’m overwhelmed by the love and emotion I feel when I look at Georgia O’keefe’s paintings.
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I wasn’t quite sure if you would try to kiss me, but I did notice the way you would inch your hand closer and closer to mine, just touching ever so slightly, but still a little too much for me to honestly pretend it was accidental- serendipity. Hindsight is 20/20, but thinking about it now, it’s laughable how we sat there, eyes locked and fingers laced, carrying on as if there was nothing to notice. We probably shouldn’t have been so incredulously close, but it was so nice to be held, and so nice to feel as though I was something to someone.
This boy. This day. This dress. That smirk.
At the risk of sounding entirely too nostalgic for my own good I would give anything to experience it one more time. Young love is so much easier, and so fresh. Everything is the first time, running through the school’s parking lot, trying to dodge the rain later that night, sitting on my bed after we danced our brains out and talking about how nothing in a few months would ever be the same as it was right then, everything has to change all the time, or it dies, and in changing, it dies anyway. What a night, what a life, what a time.
This is Classy Claude. He was my gift when I graduated 8th grade (I am 21 now). He lives with my dad now and I miss him so much. Having not seen him for 2 years I was beyond elated to see him when I went to go have a visit with my dad recently. This picture was captured as a result of my joy.
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Oh MAN his head is huge! :’D I’m sure he was really happy to see you too, even though he’s making that face XD
