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"I want something else. I’m not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it’s drenched in sunlight and it’s weightless and I know it’s not cheap. It’s probably not even real."

- Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves (via larmoyante)

"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close."

- Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via observando)

Throwback Tuesday? White on white on white with @emilyjoykampen 🐩🐩




Crushin. @trevorshor #mcm
One of the best parts of summer…🍓😍