Je vois la vie en rose.
I'm Emily. A twenty-something. Loves to laugh. A perfectionist. Values family and friends above all else. Vies to be a world traveler. Also loves Jesus, learning something new every day, music, running, Europe, the French language, sunflowers, being in love, fine art, butterflies, interior design, and all things pretty.
In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.
Buddha (via silentnostalgia)
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I will always reblog anything that has to do with the Catcher in the Rye.
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He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.
The Great Gatsby (via ferociousdelicacy)
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