To write my name on the world.

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"You must learn to let go. Release the stress. You were never in control anyway."

Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free (via thatkindofwoman)

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In the winter of 2011, photographer and furniture designer Ana Kraš flew from her home in Belgrade, Serbia, to Los Angeles, where she’d been sent by a European magazine to photograph artist-musician Devendra Banhart. Within five minutes, he asked her to marry him. Despite her initial impulse to flee, she stayed—and the two have been together ever since. 

In the winter of 2011, photographer and furniture designer Ana Kraš flew from her home in Belgrade, Serbia, to Los Angeles, where she’d been sent by a European magazine to photograph artist-musician Devendra Banhart. Within five minutes, he asked her to marry him. Despite her initial impulse to flee, she stayed—and the two have been together ever since. 

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Found a perfect spot to escape the afternoon sun.

stunningpicture:

Found a perfect spot to escape the afternoon sun.

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July 21, 2014 | 10:27 PM | 964 notes
"At last she looked up at him. Her eyes were full of tears, and her look unbearably naked. Such looks we have all once or twice in our lives received and shared; they are those in which worlds melt, pasts dissolve, moments when we know, in the resolution of profoundest need, that the rock of ages can never be anything else but love, here, now, in these two hands’ joining, in this blind silence in which one head comes to rest beneath the other."

John Fowles, The French Lieutenant’s Woman  (via thatkindofwoman)

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July 21, 2014 | 10:27 PM | 2,205 notes

Oh I’ve got a woman now…

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"You’ve got an awfully kissable mouth."

F. Scott Fitzgerald, Bernice Bobs Her Hair   (via thatkindofwoman)

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July 21, 2014 | 10:26 PM | 48,483 notes
"

I do not use the word home lightly.

So when I sigh it into the crook of your neck,

Believe that your spine is a timber frame,

Your kiss a welcome mat,

And your enveloping arms my front door

"

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July 21, 2014 | 10:24 PM | 230,956 notes
"she’s not perfect;
no
but when we’re lying down
on our bed
and she fits my limbs
so easily
when she’s dragging her lips
on my neck
even in her sleep
i guess i’m allowed to boast
that she’s pretty
damn close"
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"There are times when it will go so wrong that you will barely be alive, and times when you realise that being barely alive, on your own terms, is better than living a bloated half-life on someone else’s terms."

Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? (via larmoyante)

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