"It is when you tell her she is beautiful, her cheeks light up in the most modest of ways. It’s the first day of winter nipping at your nose. It’s heart swells and laughter when someones fingers poke and tease your sides. It is tinged upon babies tummies and fingertips.It’s toes in the hot, summer sand and running barefoot in the sun-shone grass. It’s childhood, melodies of carnivals, colors of candies with lips of the same hue. It’s the rare marveling at a sunset. It is not love, not quite"
Describing colors, Pink. (via lesserpotential)
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