She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city. Roman Payne, The Wanderess  (via ab-sences)

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I wish friends held hands more often, like the children I see on the streets sometimes. I’m not sure why we have to grow up and get embarrassed about it. Stephanie Perkins (via loveless-people)

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can’t wait till all my friends get married and have nice weddings with open bars

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