“All I’m saying is, there’s a reason why Sporty Spice is the only one without a fella.”

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Dearest Gilly,

Sometimes I feel there’s a hole inside me. An emptiness that at times seems to burn. I think if you lifted my heart to your ear, you could probably hear the ocean. And the moon tonight, there’s a circle around it. A sign of trouble not far behind. I have this dream of being whole. Of not going to sleep each night, wanting. But still, sometimes when the wind is warm or the crickets sing, I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for. I just want someone to love me. I want to be seen. I don’t know. Maybe I’ve had my happiness. I don’t want to believe it but there is no man, Gilly, only that moon.

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phoobar:

Beaches (Bette Midler) - Otto Titsling

I know every word to this song, inflection and all, and had forgotten about it til it came up on my shuffle last road trip (yes, it’s on my iPod, shaddup).

…LOVE.

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