20-something year old, working in Washington D.C. and running around the rest of the world when I can. I like politics, cheeky films, red wine, and seeking a Great Perhaps.

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safetywavves:

ellendegeneres:

In 10 or 11 years when she gets the joke, she’s gonna love this photo

10 or 11 years?? How long do you think it take a child to learn to read??

safetywavves:

ellendegeneres:

In 10 or 11 years when she gets the joke, she’s gonna love this photo

10 or 11 years?? How long do you think it take a child to learn to read??

overs0cial:

maximumbuttitude:

schwiizophiiliia:

vera:

Perfect red line in a Hungarian forest marking the high point of a toxic aluminum sludge spill

this is so surreal omg

well

Q

overs0cial:

maximumbuttitude:

schwiizophiiliia:

vera:

Perfect red line in a Hungarian forest marking the high point of a toxic aluminum sludge spill

this is so surreal omg

well

Q

i will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.

charles bukowski (via ohfairies)

(Source: seabois)

She puts her hands on either side of my face, and the room falls away. I have never gotten so lost in a kiss before. And then, the space between us explodes. My heart keeps missing beats and my hands cannot bring her close enough to me. I taste her and realize I have been starving. I have loved before, but it didn’t feel like this. I have kissed before, but it didn’t burn me alive. Maybe it lasts a minute, and maybe it’s an hour. All I know is that kiss, and how soft her skin is when it brushes against mine, and that even if I did not know it until now, I have been waiting for this person forever.

Jodi Picoult, Sing You Home (via passionoverwhelms)

(Source: wordsthat-speak)