Confess something you’ve thought about me on anon, and all I can do is post it

I’ve been thinking about these scenes a lot. And all I want to know is when it happened. When did touch between them get so easy? How did it go from an instinctive grappling – a clumsy comfort, a necessary anchor – to something so steady and sure? When did he start touching her without his fingers trembling? When did she start leaning into the warmth of his hand? When did they decide that words were no longer required, that the press of skin on skin would be enough to say, I am here with you? 

This was going to be a song lyric or something but now it’s feels instead. Just take them. Because  f a c e  t o u c h i n g.

Lock bridge behind Notre Dame in Paris, France. This restored my faith in humanity a little
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Lock bridge behind Notre Dame in Paris, France. This restored my faith in humanity a little

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Inside the Palace Versailles, Versailles, France
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Inside the Palace Versailles, Versailles, France

pixography:

Yuliya Vladkovska
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pixography:

Yuliya Vladkovska

science-junkie:

An identification chart of 42 North American butterflies.
By artist Eleanor Lutz. You can find the full sized GIF here or pick up a poster for your room here.

science-junkie:

An identification chart of 42 North American butterflies.

By artist Eleanor Lutz. You can find the full sized GIF here or pick up a poster for your room here.

lovelyvanished:

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