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I want to

bangggggggggggg.

arg, sexual frustration.



I’m an adult, but not like a real adult
anyone between the ages of 18 and 25 (via prettyboystyles)

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And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.
Jane Austen, from Sense and Sensibility (Penguin Classics, 2003)

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i’ll always love you ‘cause we grew up together and you helped make me who i am. i just wanted you to know there will be a piece of you in me always, and i’m grateful for that. whatever someone you become, and wherever you are in the world, i’m sending you love. you’re my friend to the end.

— her (2013)

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I have done bad things. I can’t take them back, and they are part of who I am. Most of the time, they seem like the only thing I am.
Veronica Roth, Insurgent (via blu3rthanvelvet)

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If you could go anywhere in the world right now would it be to a “where” or to a “who”?
love-summer-love33 (via love-summer-love33)

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i. She’s a mere whisper away, even through the darkest of nights, bleak and thin. A whisper in which I can hear her soft exhale under the very warmth of her voice. She sighs, I sigh.
“What’re you thinking about?”
“You.”
Even when she’s over a three-thousand kilometers away, she’s here, with me, right now. It’s magic, really. There isn’t any other way of explaining it. A love like this isn’t something that can be explained through words, phrases or even thoughts – but through actions.
“Why are you so perfect?”
It’s the type of love you’d die for, yet it’s the one you never saw coming.
“I’m not. You are.”
But at the same time, it’s the one you know you deserved all along.
“I love you.”
“I love you more.”
ii. In the black, empty, room I lay in, my arms crave nothing but to be gently wrapped around his body. While lost in my thoughts, I finally break the silence.
“Do you love me?”
“Yes, of course.”
I need to hear the sweetness of his voice to feel okay, and sometimes I don’t know if it’s good or bad that the only thing I’m scared of in this world is losing him.
“I need you, here.”
They say you can’t make homes out of people, especially people miles away, yet when he let me into his heart, I never left. I rearranged the furniture, planted seeds in the cracks and made blossoms bloom in the dullest places. I stitched together the broken seams.
“I need you here, too.”
In him I found love. A love that is unlike any other, a love people like me and him searched for all our existence. We finally found it. We will never lose it.
i.c. & m.b. // “she and he”
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