You're always affected by your first love. If you fall in love with the ocean--the sound, the smell, the stormy peaks, and your pumping heart as you fall head over heels on your first attempt to catch a wave--you're gone.
l-o-v-e-m-i-s-t:
lumin-ous: oh, hello my future home why is there a picture of my house on tumblr?
lumin-ous:
oh, hello my future home
why is there a picture of my house on tumblr?
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