Write love letters to each other and place into a box along with a bottle of wine.nail it shut at the wedding. When you have your first fight, open it up, pour the wine, go to separate corners, read the love letter & remember what it’s all about…

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cute.

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ferrygirlsearch:

Hello. For the past four months I have been regretting my decision to not talk to you on the ferry and now I’ve decided to do something about it. It was August 8th when we first saw each other on the express bus out of Vancouver to horseshoe bay. We both took the ferry to Departure bay. Halfway through the trip the boat stopped for a safety drill and we saw each other on the upper deck. You were taking pictures and then leaned on the rail beside me. As much as I wanted to, I never said anything, and I’ve never regretted anything more than that. I think you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen and I would very much like to meet you.

If you are her, Email me at: ferrygirlsearch@gmail.com

Reblog this to help me find her. Please.

Attaboy, actively seek what your heart desires!

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happy national coffee dayyyy

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Found mine.

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I need to take a picture like this with my manfriend.

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*mehrad (insert all my love here)

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ivanakillyou:wannamarijuana:psychedelicnostalgia:ridinsol0:dear-photograph:

Dear Photograph,
Thank you for everything we had.

@jonathanstampf

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demons:

Sometimes the girl stands with arms around the boy’s waist, hands tightly clasped behind. Another fits her head into the curve of his cheek while tears fall onto his coat. Now and then the boy will take her face between his hands and speak reassuringly. Or, if the wait is long they may just stand quietly, not saying anything. The common denominator of all these goodbyes is sadness and tenderness, the complete oblivion for the moment to anything but their own individual heartaches.

Life, February 14, 1944

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