thespiritcatcher: look into the mist (by yeeship)
daliadahlia: You give me butterflies. I’m amazed at how many times I have seen you. How many times I have heard you speak to me, but you still give me butterflies; butterflies that leave me hopeless into smiling from the feathery soft tickles inside me. I don’t ever want to lose you. Not ever. I need you, my future needs you. Otherwise a world without you would only make the story I plan on telling senseless. Without you, everything I would see would lose color.  
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