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The intimacy of putting your head on someone's shoulder.
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peoplehood-deactivated20211003
from Yasica, Puerto Plata by JP Infante
Image transcription:
When I lived in the mountains, I thought the same color meant the same taste. Tangerines oranges and the sun. Citrus.
When I saw my great-grandmother peel a tangerine with her bare hands while men used knives for oranges, she became God. I imagined what she could do with the sun.
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grin-n-sin-deactivated20200610
Devour me whole
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thescottishindianlad
Absolutely cravinggggg
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finding somebody that pushes you to be better >
thescottishindianlad
100%. Always.
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regentium-deactivated20220608
yes i AM built to be cuddled and kissed!!!!!!!! absolutely nobody was asking!!!!!!!!!!! but i am informing you all anyway!!!!!!!!!!
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forehead kisses. that's it. that's the post.
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You know what it all comes down to?
The day you finally see that everything you are outweighs everything you aren't.
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when Lemony Snicket wrote “I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you everyday” that hurt me
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mrspider-deactivated20221213
ngl people coming w u so they can keep talking to u while ur running errands or just chillin in ur room while ur cleaning… love that kind of love
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Intimacy is not who you let touch you. Intimacy is who you text at 3am about your dreams and fears. Intimacy is giving someone your attention when ten other people are asking for it. Intimacy is the person always in the back on your mind, no matter how distracted you are.
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this is for the people who went through trauma and didn’t come out of it with thicker skin. but, instead, came back with sensitivity to the world and a deep sadness that won’t go away. some of us went through something and lost a piece of ourselves; our broken hearts never healed quite right afterwards. i see you and i feel you and i am you. it’s going to be okay.
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i have a disease called "obsessed with hands" and it's called horny. and it's terminal
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