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I pray she makes you happy...whoever “she” is. I pray she’ll be okay with how you like to dominate the aux cord no matter whose car you’re in. I pray she accepts how you eat your leftovers straight out of the fridge when they should be heated. I pray she’ll realize quickly that you don’t like your back scratched or massaged because you’re so ticklish... everywhere. I pray that she’ll admire your eyes, because they are the most beautiful shade of blue. I pray she’ll find the utmost comfort in how protective you are. I pray she’ll love how loud you laugh when you think something’s really funny. I pray she’ll smile at the way you sleep, snoring with your mouth wide open. I pray she’ll trace your skin to learn every freckle and every line. I pray she’ll appreciate the dimple you have on your left cheek. I pray she’ll enjoy your dancing. I pray she’ll long to be in your arms every time they aren’t wrapped around her. I pray that she will appreciate your love and passion for music. I pray she’ll be mesmerized by the way you kiss. I pray she never takes you for granted. I pray that your family will welcome her with arms wide open. I pray she’ll always find comfort in the fact that you never fail to be warm, even on the coldest of nights. I pray she’ll know how to calm you down when you get upset or in a bad place, but my hope is that she won’t have to. I pray that she is all the things I wasn’t, that I’m not, and that I never will be. I pray she’ll love you everyday, the good, the bad, and the in between. And I pray you’ll love her.

De zon en de zee springen bliksemend open: waaiers van vuur en zij; langs blauwe bergen van de morgen scheert de wind als een antilope voorbij. zwervende tussen fonteinen van licht en langs de stralende pleinen van 't water voer ik een blonde vrouw aan mijn zij, die zorgloos zingt langs het eeuwige water een held're, verruk-lijk-meeslepende wijs: 'Het schip van de wind ligt gereed voor de reis, de zon en de maan zijn sneeuwwitte rozen, de morgen en nacht twee blauwe matrozen – wij gaan terug naar 't Paradijs'. H. Marsman (1899-1940)

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Excited to share this #remix of Strange Heartbeat this coming Wednesday for #zww...stay tuned! The link to Birthday from last Wednesday is up in my profile 🙌

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ok so a couple of weeks ago, i was driving and my mom was in the passenger seat, my little sister in the back. i started thinking about how when i get my license, i'll be riding around with...oh everyone knows anyway, so i'll be riding around with zach and how i'll be a better driver than him (lol) and then it's like my eyes glazed over but i was on the same road but i was in a truck driving and zach was in the passenger seat and he was teasing me like normal and then he wanted to hold my hand but i told him i was too nervous to take one of my hands off the wheel (wow what a lame excuse) so he put his hand on my mid thigh and i was smiling and then all of a sudden, my mom was calling my name and i came out of this dream thing. she was calling my name cause i almost ran off the road... it was literally like i was living the thing with zach. it just felt sooo real, i really thought his hand was on my leg and there was a different song on the radio in the daydream and i could no lie feel the sun on my face when in reality it was cloudy that day. how strange. then when she "woke me" from the daydream, i realized i was smiling and i started getting all hot and stuff like how strange this is what boys do to brains i wonder if anyone ever daydreamed about me like that... so the moral of this story is, don't think about cute boys with their hand on your leg while driving unless you want to die. and this has been story #1 in the ongoing(maybe) series "story time from kaitlyn" have a blessed day babes 😊