peeped out my window mid study break and HOLY SKYPERIOD

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A view from inside the tipi I made from old drapes and a table cloth. It casts a beautiful glow inside. I love it. 

I need a soft light teepee

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scarlet johansson could punch me in the face and that would give her a hug

this is one of the rarest shoots in which there’s photographs of her not sexualised

she is a beauty

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Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.

— Some things are better left unsaid.  (via fawun)

Woah that was powerful

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reminder: be a decent person today

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