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Beauty without intelligence is like a masterpiece written on a napkin.

What is love like? It’s like a rainstorm that you’ll never be afraid of. It’s a rainstorm that you’re not afraid to walk in. You take the long way because no one’s in a rush.

It’s something promised today, tomorrow, and the next day, like a summer love that lasts all four seasons. It’s a beautiful somewhere—a place where you’ll always return. It’s where you tend to lose your sense of reality.

But this time, you swear it’s all real.

1 year ago on May 07, 2011 at 11:35pm