It’s that thing when you’re with someone, and you love them and they know it, and they love you and you know it… but it’s a party… and you’re both talking to other people, and you’re laughing and shining… and you look across the room and catch each other’s eyes… but - but not because you’re possessive, or it’s precisely sexual… but because… that is your person in this life. And it’s funny and sad, but only because this life will end, and it’s this secret world that exists right there in public, unnoticed, that no one else knows about. It’s sort of like how they say that other dimensions exist all around us, but we don’t have the ability to perceive them. That’s - That’s what I want out of a relationship. Or just life, I guess.

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marissawzrdcruz:

Tyler, The Creator talking about girls at Coachella

(via sweater-pavvs)

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"…and confusing white straws for her cigarettes."

Beginners (2010)
Mike Mills

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Last night was the lunar eclipse and some friends grabbed me from my unproductive studying hole to go stand in the middle of the washington square park fountain to watch and it was too cloudy to really see anything fun but I played music and spun around and it was good

Always grateful for the tisch bathroom reminders 🚽🎨 (at NYU Tisch School Of The Arts)

Leave It Alone - Broken Bells

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leave me alooooneeee

i’m trekking along

i’m so visual listening to radio dramas feels like a waste of time help