jaws clenched tight we talked all night

I'm Lauren.
I have a fondness for bikes, peppermint tea, old linoleum floors, proper punctuation, my dad's sweaters and scotch, salty skin, warm concrete, ampersands, good music, sexual tension, cheap wine, & listing shit.

travelthisworld:

allstreets:

Keizersgracht - Amsterdam, The Netherlands

I do miss my little city.

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I’m a dirt person. I trust the dirt. I don’t trust diamonds and gold.
Eartha Kitt  (via thatkindofwoman)

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weepling:

Oskar Garvens (1874-1951), Le Repentir

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For years mental health professionals taught people that they could be psychologically healthy without social support, that “unless you love yourself, no one else will love you.”…The truth is, you cannot love yourself unless you have been loved and are loved. The capacity to love cannot be built in isolation
Bruce D. Perry, M.D., Ph.D. — “The Boy Who Was Raised As A Dog” (via verthandi)

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Egnazio Danti. The Scandinavian Peninsula, 1565.

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Long exposure, 3 traffic lights in the fog.

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