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importantmodernart:

Untitled, 1981Keith Haring

importantmodernart:

Untitled, 1981
Keith Haring

I wonder how biology can explain the physical pain you feel in your chest when all you want to do is be with someone.
— Dan Howell (via coyotegold)
Traveling is like flirting with life. It’s like saying, ‘I would stay and love you, but I have to go.
rikaorlanda:

Guillaume ConstantinThe future of what, 2011Galerie Bertrand Grimont @ art paris 2014

rikaorlanda:

Guillaume Constantin
The future of what, 2011
Galerie Bertrand Grimont @ art paris 2014

But then she had always preferred the night to the day. Moonlight fell directly over her bed in the summer. She lay naked in it for hours before falling asleep, wondering what its rays would do to her skin, her hair, her eyes, and then deeper, to her feelings.
Anaïs Nin, A Spy In The House Of Love (via virginwhoreofbabylon)

micaiahcarter:

Desert Landscapes

Do you ever just crave someone’s presence? like you would literally be happy just sitting next to them & it could be completely silent.
— (via coyotegold)
Fey, you are beautiful! How's your day going?!

Thank you! Goood so far, I just woke up, had a fun party last night and now my agent is coming over to choose clothes I should take with me to Milan because I’m leaving wednesday! :):) 

I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, Kiss me harder, and You’re a good person, and, You brighten my day. I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.

— Lewis, Rachel C.. Tell The People You Love That You Love Them. (via prufrockslovesong)