need more adventurous people to hang out with and go to parks at midnight and sit on roofs at 4am and wait till the sun comes up and go skinny dipping at night and climb trees and go for picnics during the day to places we have never been before and go to waterfalls and sit up till 4am talking in our undies
Ok but, your body isn’t a temple, it’s not for the masses, it’s your home. Its where the heart is, it’s there to shelter all that is you, its where you pray, its where you dream. So go ahead, you can decorate, rebuild, invite who you want, and shut the door on those you don’t. And if someone disrespects your home, I suggest cutting their hands off. But whatever, Your house, your rules.
“Before you know it it’s 3 am and you’re 80 years old and you can’t remember what it was like to have 20 year old thoughts or a 10 year old heart.”—This is the scariest fucking text post I’ve ever read (via fuckinq)
“When you start to really know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in his energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.”—Lisa Unger (via laueite)