“I suppose the heart knows something that we just don’t know. Love can be inconvenient, and perhaps inappropriate. It can be dangerous. Make us do things we wouldn’t dream of doing. But wrong? That just depends on where we end up, doesn’t it?”
I love noone but love... love is still like oxygen.
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Love is a many splendored thing, all you need is love.
Posted by Julia at 11:50 AM 0 comments
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