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cowboyenigma:

CowboyEnigma:

She stops and longingly gazes at his piano.  Where is he she wonders, he so loves to play in the early hours of the day.  He sets the mood for her day, it’s her heart he plays.~C

cowboyenigma:

CowboyEnigma:

She stops and longingly gazes at his piano.  Where is he she wonders, he so loves to play in the early hours of the day.  He sets the mood for her day, it’s her heart he plays.~C

(Source: theguccislut, via naughtyworld)

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justbeingnamaste:

There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled.There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled.You feel it, don’t you?Rumi .

justbeingnamaste:

There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled.
There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled.
You feel it, don’t you?
Rumi .

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tanglejan:

“He loved her withoutdesperation and needsand wants.With his naked soul,he loved her,and dreamtof her clothedin white dancingbeneath the moonlightas the starsgrew jealous of the wayshe moved.” ― Christopher Poindexter
♒

tanglejan:

“He loved her without
desperation and needs
and wants.
With his naked soul,
he loved her,
and dreamt
of her clothed
in white dancing
beneath the moonlight
as the stars
grew jealous of the way
she moved.” 
― Christopher Poindexter

(Source: beautymothernature, via lovesilentmusings)

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