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I had a fever until I met you…. now you make me cool

On a warm evening, let’s sit on the hood of the car and watch the sun set and the stars begin to appear, while the radio plays music softly in the background

imgladyourehereholdme:

is it a coincedence that our hand resembles a comb? + that to fix a style we put our fingers in our hair? + little kids ask for their hair to be braided, they grow up and put their heads in lover’s laps and wait for the hand to move to their head its natural automatic carried down. the scalp is sensitive but it goes over this hardy skull protects the most important organ of the body but did it need to be so touchy? did it need to feel so soothing to bring our hands up to it? i spread conditioner through my hair with my fingers. <- this is an act of prayer

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