Today perfect place is wherever you’re still with me.
It’s somewhere with nice weather, sunny and slightly windy, there is an hammock big enough for the both of us. We would lie there talking and laughing like we did the past days. There’d be a swimming place, and somewhere to go for a short walk. We wouldn’t have any other place where we need to be, nothing else we’d have to do.
We’d have enough time, for whatever we would want to do.
Lana Parrilla at the 38th Annual Gracie Awards Gala on May 21st 2013
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Emma: What am I suppose to tell Henry? Regina: Tell him that in the end it wasn’t too late for me to do the right thing.
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— Elizabethtown (via rainydaysandblankets)
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— Derrick Brown, Love Language (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
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— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
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when im rich the first thing im doing is getting laser hair removal on every inch of my body that isn’t my head
you’ll look pretty funny without eyebrows
im at least 3% sure that my eyebrows r on my head
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