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Monday, February 27, 2012

I came across this entry when a friend of mine posted it on Facebook.

http://lafilleimaginaire.tumblr.com/post/4363697945/date-a-girl-who-takes-photographs

A few days ago, I read one which went along the lines of dating a girl who travels.

The traveling version was an interesting read, but this post is more raw. It's dreamy, yet it does not go to the extent of being too mushy. Reading the text, the words paint a nice picture of love and the beautiful memories that it creates. The portrayal of how fantasy can morph into something real is hopeful, to say the least.

Date her, marry her, grow old with her. The girl who takes photographs.


Mumbled @ {9:40 PM}
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