"I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning."

Haruki MurakamiNorwegian Wood (via losed)

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nubesque:

“Do not fall in love with people like me
we will take you to
museums and parks
and monuments
and kiss you in every beautiful
place so that you can
never go back to them
without tasting us
like blood in your mouth”

(via fashionismywhore)

"If you were mine, I’d kiss your ankles and neck and the tip of your nose. I’d bring you film canisters filled with love notes and interesting books and I’d send you texts with random facts whenever I discovered something new. I’d show up at your house at midnight with a pot of your favourite kind of tea and a blanket and tell you to come down so we could lie down on your lawn and look at the stars. I’d go into the city with you and throw away your map and search for someplace beautiful. I’d photograph you every day. I’d buy you baggy t-shirts and sing to you constantly. I’d give you your space if you wanted it, I’d make you mixes for every week we’d been together, I’d hold your hand underwater, and I’d love you until you asked me not to"

Camryn Pulaski Day (via audrotas)

(via es0teriquesreflexions)

The Bed (1893), In Bed (1892), In Bed: The Kiss (1892), The Kiss (1892-1893), Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec (Detail)

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kleinmeli:

Underwater Dogs by Seth Casteel!

(via leonmcgann)

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Kiernan Shipka by Lauren Dukoff

Kiernan Shipka by Lauren Dukoff

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vuar:


Me too

vuar:

Me too

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growltiger:

dear lord, the dude laughing in the background is the most joyous and wonderful thing I have ever put into my ears.

(Source: blog.justaskinnyboy.com, via ambienne)

langleav:

Your skin that touched his will die and then flourish new cells waiting to be touched by someone else. 

langleav:

Your skin that touched his will die and then flourish new cells waiting to be touched by someone else. 

(via mis0neism)