Bohemian behaviours.

Undefinable- we are everything, so let's not limit ourselves to being only something.

Every now and then, I like to write and post it on here.

“I’m never gonna wait that extra twenty minutes to text you back, and I’m never gonna play hard to get when I know your life has been hard enough already. When we all know everyone’s life has been hard enough already, it’s hard to watch the game we make of love, like everyone’s playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart.”

—   Andrea Gibson (via rebelicca)

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afternoons in the studio //  2014

(via allbabes-arewolves)



“You wrecked me and
I apologized.”

—    (via spuandi)

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ig: sarahxfilippa


ig: sarahxfilippa

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I’ve realised lately that maybe home for me, is that small space between being awake and asleep when I’m still dreaming of your skin on mine and somewhere amidst my half dreaming, half reality - it feels real. And for that split few foggy seconds every morning, I’ve found home.

“Maybe we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.”

—   (via frazzledfran)

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“She scares the hell out of me and calms my soul at the same time. Maybe that’s what love is—a total contradiction that somehow balances out.”

—   Tammara Webber, Where You Are (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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We are all broken.

Just at different stages of repair.

—   (via raajkonna)

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“I will only let you touch me
if your hands are so full of intention that every brush of your palms feels like you writing a novel on my skin.”

—   Azra. T, Braile (via aurelle)

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