things that will always win her heart:
beautiful words. big warm hugs. her family and friends. passionate kisses. pancakes. holding hands with someone she care about. coincidences. interior design. milk. the smell of rain. nature. watching a sunset. Ireland. books. latte macchiato. mansions. flowers of a magnolia tree. romantic movies. traveling. Spain. smiles from anyone, particularly strangers. watching kids playing. London. playing dress-up. polaroids. bodysuits. white wine. Natalia Vodianova. typewriters. lofts. clever remarks. lace. eyes. europeans. her collection of napkins. warm duvets . beautiful memories. staying up late. reading blogs. Christmas. boys with pretty shoes. acoustic live music. nice old ladies who ask questions about her love life. Paris. good morning texts. silence that isn't awkward. spring. poetry. lakes. good conversations. postcards. vintage shops. accents. tolerance. parks. pretty handwritings. rings. museums. watching the stars. good intentions. gardens. swimming pools. desserts. fire places. 1968/89. pianos. balconies. Brigitte Bardot. well dressed boys. stories about first love. old letters. old cameras. old-style houses. bike rides. long hot baths. dance parties. straight hair. thin legs. crystal jewlery. oversized shirts + sweaters. red lipstick and nailpolish. sad music. beautiful cities. developing films. wonderful dreams. oh, and how could i forget, most of all: him.
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I’ve recently realized my blog is basically a collection of things I could never say to you.
(Source: dearoldlove)