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"Intimacy is not who you let touch you. Intimacy is who you text at 3am about your dreams and fears. Intimacy is giving someone your attention, when ten other people are asking for it. Intimacy is the person always in the back of your mind, no matter how distracted you are."

- (via thatkindofwoman)

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anditslove:

storm over colorado (by haleyluna)

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arthetic:

Things change. And friends leave. Life doesn’t stop for anybody.

The Perks of Being a Wallflower (2012)

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surfandwrite:


I guess in the end I don’t really want or need a boyfriend.
All I want is someone I can be intimate with. Someone I can share things with. Someone who wants to share himself with me.
Someone I can share my music to as the skylight fades into a warm orange in the background.
Someone I can touch and taste and learn when the alone and the crowded become too tiring.
Someone I can eat up with my eyes as I smoke a cigarette on his balcony.
Someone I can drink a bottle of wine with and share silence. Someone I can get to know. 
Someone I can share tiny, fleeting, real, human moments in the middle of the whirlwind chaos of the city life.
Someone I can share my body. Someone I can share time.
Someone I can fuck and look forward to.
Someone I can share me.
And ultimately someone to remind me that I am not isolated or lonely in this world, that I am alive and that I don’t need love or a pre-defined serious relationship to feel complete.
Will it be you?


- S.Z.

surfandwrite:

I guess in the end I don’t really want or need a boyfriend.

All I want is someone I can be intimate with. Someone I can share things with. Someone who wants to share himself with me.

Someone I can share my music to as the skylight fades into a warm orange in the background.

Someone I can touch and taste and learn when the alone and the crowded become too tiring.

Someone I can eat up with my eyes as I smoke a cigarette on his balcony.

Someone I can drink a bottle of wine with and share silence. Someone I can get to know. 

Someone I can share tiny, fleeting, real, human moments in the middle of the whirlwind chaos of the city life.

Someone I can share my body. Someone I can share time.

Someone I can fuck and look forward to.

Someone I can share me.

And ultimately someone to remind me that I am not isolated or lonely in this world, that I am alive and that I don’t need love or a pre-defined serious relationship to feel complete.

Will it be you?

- S.Z.

aureat:

so cuTE

aureat:

so cuTE

(via fruitcrocs)

elizziebeth:

britishbulldog66:

jay1610:

Somewhere in the Netherlands…

would love to live on water,
on the edge of a lake
or by the sea

One day I will!

Me too

I want this house!

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"One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life."

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radicalgamer:

SummerDreamz | via Tumblr on We Heart It.