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i threw a bunch of vines into a shakespearean translator and they’re all great great but this one is definitely my favorite:

“Love looks with the heart, not with the mind, and therefore, Cupid is blind wench. I ain’t nev'r gonna cease loving thee… wench”

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$950,000/2 br

Marfa, TX

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$1,590,000/5 br

Lake Oswego, OR

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“smol bork”

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$925,000/5 br

Greenwood Village, CO

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$1,169,355/3 br

Aptos, CA

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$424,901/4 br

McKinney, TX

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$7,750,000/12 br

Taos, NM

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San Antonio, TX

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My biggest fear isn’t that you’ll lie to me one day or that you’ll cheat on me. My biggest fear is that you’ll wake up before me one Tuesday morning and instead of leaning in and kissing me on the cheek, you’ll look at my sleeping body and start to notice all of my flaws. My crooked nose, my chapped lips and the stretch marks spread along my stomach and thighs like a road map. You’ll think about my random spouts of jealousy and the fact that I talk too much. You’ll remember how annoying it is that no matter what, I’m always right and just how selfish I can be sometimes. You’ll walk into the kitchen, brew a cup of black coffee, stare at the pale morning rays of sunlight entering the window frame, and come to the conclusion, that for no particular reason at all, you don’t love me anymore.

things that keep me up at night  (via thisisnotmyfairytaleendingg)

fuck

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That just gave me chills

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I like how sleeping next to someone means more than sex sometimes, the body’s way of saying ‘I trust you to be by my side at my most vulnerable time,’ you have no defenses when you are asleep, you tell no lies

Eric Shaw (via perrfectly)

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Growing up I always thought true love was red roses, dates on Saturday nights, little block box that held expensive things, and always knowing what to say. I thought true love was a kiss in the rain, deep explanations, and the perfect story. But now that I’m older I’ve realized it’s not like that at all. See because true love for me is ugly snapchats, and peeing while you’re on the phone. True love is kissing at 6 AM despite the morning breath and singing at the top of your lungs. It’s saying all the wrong things, at all the wrong moments. It’s sarcasm and being honest even when it hurts. It’s late hours of the night when it’s been a long day and it’s no make up and bad hair. It’s tears from laughter, it’s tears from sadness and it’s nothing like any storybook you’ve ever read. It’s never running out of things to talk about, and it’s being comfortable in the silence of things. True love is watching The Titanic though you swore you never would. It’s getting mad over stupid things. It’s “you’re an idiot,” and “you’re a little shit” and knowing you’re so lucky to hear those every day. It’s spilling your feelings at 4 AM when you should be asleep. It’s that song you hear on the radio that always makes you smile. It’s the worst story you could imagine, but thank God it worked out anyways. True love is never losing the magic. True love is not leaving when things get hard. I like my definition better anyways.

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“Being with you never felt wrong. It’s the one thing I did right. You’re the one thing I did right.”

Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo (via hplyrikz)