I miss London so much it makes me wanna cry
Claire Keane

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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JVL
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Mike Driver
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Sade Olutola
Keni
One Nice Bug Per Day
Show & Tell
Monterey Bay Aquarium
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
we're not kids anymore.
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Andulka
DEAR READER
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@princesslokii
I miss London so much it makes me wanna cry
woah this character is so cool i wish they were covered in blood their whole body trembling with a look of absolute horror on their face as theyre struggling to breathe in panic
“she is the fire that makes you warm but she’s also the fire that burns your heart”
— yeniverse // r.b (via wnq-writers)
“Wait for someone who bumps mouths clumsily with yours cos they’re too busy smiling to kiss you properly. Yeah. Wait for that.”
— Azra Tabassum
“libidinous, adj. I never understood why anyone would have sex on the floor. Until I was with you and I realized: you don’t realize you’re on the floor.”
— David Levithan, The Lover’s Dictionary
“Making love was never about you and me in a bed. We made love whenever we held hands.”
— Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You
give me your sleepy kisses and soft mumbles. your slow breathing and sweet dreams.
calm men are my favorite. i find soothing, gentle, calm auras so attractive. i love a man who’s good at comforting you, who doesn’t yell or slam things when they’re upset, when talking to him eases your anxiety and you just feel calm and safe. be with a calm man.
i am so about walking around museums and holding hands
one of my favourite things in the world is casual intimacy. a small hand on your back when you’re in crowded streets. a gentle kick from where they’re sitting across the table. a head on the shoulder, a hand in your hand, a squeeze on the arm as they’re walking past you. and i think maybe love isn’t made up of grand gestures or explosive displays but that it’s made up of the little things. the little things that say i’m here and i care for you and that your life has intertwined so deeply into mine that that there’s no need to think, because casual intimacy comes easy