Bay Area CA J Nang '93*I don't take credit for any photos


*holds your hand until my hand gets sweaty than wipes it on my shirt and holds your hand again*

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I wake up each
morning wanting
more of you.

First, it was your
lips, then it was
your hands, now

it is your heart.
Now, it is always
your heart.

wanting, Emma Bleker (via thatkindofwoman)

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I’m getting bad again but I’m too tired to care. (via chelseachiodos)

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I crush her against me. I want to be part of her. Not just inside her but all around her. I want our rib cages to crack open and our hearts to migrate and merge. I want our cells to braid together like living thread. Isaac Marion (via soulsscrawl)

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Two souls are sometimes created together and in love before they’re born. F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (via larmoyante)

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I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because ‘romantic’ doesn’t mean ‘sugary.’ It’s dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain. Catherine Breillat, The Last Mistress (via dwsc)

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