life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away
one little dream of mine is to have a huge white feathery pillow fight in the middle of the street. why not?
this moment is true, was true, and always will be true. this took my breathe away in a different way. but God is good. and now i am inked as a reminder.
doesn't every girl want a moment like this one?
a hand holds. a hand guides. a hand says come be by my side.
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