~blergh~
Switchta
The magic of purpose and of love in its purest form. Not televison love, with its glare and hollow and sequined glint; not sex and allure, all high shoes and high drama, everything both too small and in too much excess, but just love. Love like rain, like the smell of a tangerine, like a surprise found in your pocket.
— Deb Caletti- Honey, Baby, Sweetheart
(via bornaaa)
(via bornaaa)
the-absolute-best-photography:
You have to follow this blog, it’s really awesome!
Dear Summer, please hurry!! I miss you!
Want!
Femininity is depicted as weakness, the sapping of strength, yet masculinity is so fragile that apparently even the slightest brush with the feminine destroys it.
— (via theblacksophisticate)
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