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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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)

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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)

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We are just trying to figure each other out.

officially my all time favorite post

This is real in a sense that
most men are only into a woman’s body where as the woman wants to know the mans mind.

We are just trying to figure each other out.

officially my all time favorite post

This is real in a sense that
most men are only into a woman’s body where as the woman wants to know the mans mind.

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bethrevis:

you could kill a man in any of these dresses, and pretty sure no jury would convict you. those are killing-men dresses, that’s what i’m saying

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