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Table Topography: Wood Furniture Embedded with Glass Rivers and Lakes by Greg Klassen

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Trying not to get my knickers in a twist but I may have just found my soul mate…

i wish i was ridiculously fucking hot

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I don’t want sex, I want the things that lead up to it. The slow kissing then the passionate kissing, then the pulling closer, the neck kisses, the grabbing, biting, heavy breathing, grinding, the pauses while you catch your breath, feeling each other. Oh my.

Then sex.


- Unknown   (via nee-nah8)

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Always Always Always Reblog

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"What if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen."

- Anne Lamott (via wanduring)

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Wanna make out ?


What doesn’t kill you fucks you up mentally and affects your ability to have stable relationships with other human beings.

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