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sometimes you meet someone
dissertador:

V em We Heart It.
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Mt. Roy, New Zealand, Travel http://bit.ly/OAJ2Gu
alabyrinthofthoughts:

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Arriving at each new city, the traveler finds again a past of his that he did now know he had: the foreignness of what you no longer are or no longer possess lies in wait for you in foreign, unpossessed places.

— Italo Calvino (via travel-quotes)

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idareyoutowrite:

I dare you to write about this picture
Be creative with it. Is this somebody’s wallpaper? Their plans for travelling the world? Was this found by aliens and they think it’s super cool?
Think outside the box!
And don’t forget to tag I dare you to write If you’re brave enough to publish it

I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.

Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.

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