When I touch her, my fingers don’t question what she is. My body knows who she is. The strange thing about strangers is that they are unknown and known. There is a pattern to her, a shape I understand, a private geometry that numbers mine. She is a maze where I got lost years ago, and now find the way out. She is the missing map. She is the place that I am. She is a stranger. She is the strange that I am beginning to love.
—The Stone Gods, Jeanette Winterson (via helplesslyamazed)
(Source: quote-book)
and I’m throwing up roses, hearts, and all things lovey.
don’t know what to do with it.
(Source: cher-la-vie, via fauxrealshit)
dancer against concrete | by HowNowVihao
long metro..ahead.
(Source: oblivi0n-, via fauxrealshit)
Cassie - Haleakala, Maui
gorgeous, beauty. wow.
(via fuckyeahgirlcrush)
and a lot of other days too.
(Source: laughingfits, via rawrnicolee)
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