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I need to blow this up and hang it in my girls' room, so they can see it every day. "My darling, you can't see it, can you? How like the moon you are . You are beautiful" -Alexandria Drzewiecki

I love you too the moon and back cal ❤️

Heart creates enough energy to drive a truck 20 miles - or to the moon and back in one lifetime. So when you tell someone you love them to the moon and back, you're telling them you love them with all the blood your heart pumps your whole life.

"No honey", he was the darkness.

Teenage Love : Picture Description You were the moon. And he was always there for you to make you shine. Was he the sun? No, honey, he was the darkness.

 the accuracy has me shook. Lol

words to live by

Ask her what she craved and she'd get a little frantic about things like books, the woods, music. Plants and the seasons. Also freedom. Especially freedom.

tyler knott gregson

I would love to say that you make me weak in the knees, but to be quite upfront and completely truthful, you make my body forget it has knees at all. - Typewriter Series by Tyler Knott Gregson

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Silly Sylvia, even when the dreams, thoughts and mind ARE given and received there is no  safety from rejection.

The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath: "Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy.

the look of otherness

Some inspirational quotes about this girl :) "She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much to far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world.

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Me during the decade of 1976 - 1986 ... until I met my husband.

"She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city.