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Date someone who is interested in you. I don’t mean someone who thinks you’re cute or funny. I mean someone who wants to know every insignificant detail about you. Someone who wants to read every word you write. Someone who wants hear every note of your favourite song, and watch every scene of your favourite movie. Someone wants to find every scar upon your body, and learn where each one came from. Someone who wants to know your favourite brand of toothpaste, and which quotes resonate deep inside your bones when you hear them. There is a difference between attraction and interest. Find the person who wants to learn every aspect of who you are, and hold onto them.
—Anonymous (via conjureup)

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domuscaligari:

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aranzeb:

JESUS CHRIST

This anatomy and these dance poses are freaking amazing.
I’m eternally jealous.

FUCK I AM IN LOVE WITH THE DIFFERENCE IN THEIR BODY TYPES

I feel like I just walked in on something very private

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by orange
permission to upload this image was given by the artist

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versacekardashian:

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She was a curious girl who loved the smell of old books, chasing butterflies and touching herself under the covers.
Michael Faudet  (via discolor3d)

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cleffairie:

i feel like once you were emo in middle school youre low key emo for the rest of your life, like you could be 20 in the middle of college wearing uggs or whatever but once you hear the first key to the black parade/i write sins/sugar we’re going down you sprout an imaginary fringe and start yelling your lungs out like its 2007 all over again