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Well, it was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, they meant we were supposed to be together… and I knew it. I knew it the very first time I touched her. It was like coming home… only to no home I’d ever known… I was just taking her hand to help her out of a car and I knew. It was like… magic.
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You must write every single day of your life. You must lurk in libraries to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads. May you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.

—Ray Bradbury

(RIP, August 22, 1920 - June 5, 2012)

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Harley Ann. Eighteen. Runner. 11:11. Hopeless Romantic. List-maker. The end.