Love Story

The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meets somewhere. They’re in each other all along.” -Rumi

About April 1, 2008

thehippiethatcan @ 1:11 am

Poetical cowgirl goddess seeks zen and good ravioli.

Student majoring in the mind-body connection, English, the self, poetry, amatuer psychology, activism, beautiful books, thrifting, pagan magicality, blog-stalking, reppin the rainbow, going organic, love, and tea.

 

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