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one of my favourite things in the world is casual intimacy. a small hand on your back when you’re in crowded streets. a gentle kick from where they’re sitting across the table. a head on the shoulder, a hand in your hand, a squeeze on the arm as they’re walking past you. and i think maybe love isn’t made up of grand gestures or explosive displays but that it’s made up of the little things. the little things that say i’m here and i care for you and that your life has intertwined so deeply into mine that that there’s no need to think, because casual intimacy comes easy 

i love saying fuck me because it can either be sexual or self-loathing and those are two things that describe me perfectly

I believe everybody has a soulmate but not everybody meets their soulmate. Yours is still out there. mine died in Paris in 1929.

I want to look like a dreamy renaissance painting everyday