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"Tantaene animis caelestibus irae?" * I could eat the world raw. julia / 17 / infj +

maybe one day I’ll be cool enough to hang out with someone who uses a film camera and they’ll take a photo of me sitting in the passenger seat of their car and I’ll be laughing candidly enough for my eyes to be closed and they’ll let me use that photo as my profile picture on facebook

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hey kiddos i’ve found a lot of cool people this past month and im super close to 5k so let’s make a favorite page!!

rules : - must be following me ! (i will be checkin) - must reblog this post (can as many times as u want)!!! - be nice and friendly

perks : - a new home on my blog! - a follow from me if im not following you already (which tbh i prolly am)! - i will reblog ur cute selfies and cool pics!!

for a higher chance : - have a similar blog style - tag me (ahrtsock) - reblog my stuff

OTHERS : - I’ll be choosing around 25-30 blogs ! - message me if you have any questions !!

thats about it!! im choosing when this post gets about 300 notes SO SEE U SOON 

all things soft and beautiful and bright

some songs that achilles and patroclus would totally blast from their cars if they were around today

i. r u mine? - arctic monkeys | ii. robbers - the 1975 | iii. thinking out loud - ed sheeran | vi. home - edward sharpe and the magnetic zeros | v. this is the life - two door cinema club | vi. a sky full of stars - coldplay | vii. midnight city - m83 | viii. sweater weather - the neighbourhood | ix. medicine - the 1975 | x. knee socks - arctic monkeys | xi. young blood - the naked and famous | xii. sweet disposition - the temper trap | xii. cool kids - echosmith | xiv. you - the 1975 | xv. (if you’re wondering if i want you to) i want you to - weezer | xvi. diane young - vampire weekend | xvii. coming of age - foster the people | xviii. sex - the 1975

when i was younger i used to think there was a time & place for i love yous, a precious reserve, they were only meant for few people and only at specific moments, as if they could be wasted, as if the more i said it the less it meant. now i say it as often as possible, to friends i’ve known for days or years, to strangers, to dogs on the street. & i mean it, every single time, my heart near brimming with it, a boundless leaping thing.