The Sun Has Come Your Way.



Rachel. 17. Pennsylvania. Old enough to know better, but too young to care.

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"There’s that word again. Need. I need you. I need you to need me. How nauseating, to need another human being, as if their heart is in your throat. Love isn’t about need. Don’t romanticize the notion of desperation. Let me let you in on a secret: you don’t need me and I don’t need you. We can get through life just fine without each other. Love is not wanting to. We want each other, we want skin and hands and all our daily scars. We want intoxication and art museums and intertwined limbs. We want ferocity in our lips and tracing slow, small circles on our stomachs. I don’t need you in my life, but goddamn I want you in it."

— All the Want in the World Cannot Fit in Our Hands  (via queer-lust)

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madebymaddy:

melancoliique:


Leonardo DiCaprio

glow & pale


BABY

madebymaddy:

melancoliique:

Leonardo DiCaprio

glow & pale

BABY

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untexting:

do you wanna have sex?

a) please

b) now

c) a + b

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eartheld:

mostly nature

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kiodi:

my last word will probably be either “whoops” or “shit”

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