Wanderlust

18-year-old, Italian, student, fashion lover, travel enthusiast.

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I’d go to the end of the world for her.

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opposablethumbcrew:

Books have a way of making you homesick for a place you have never been.

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hazelsgracer:

“For a second his dark eyes are on mine, and he’s quiet. Then he touches my face and leans in close, brushing my lips with his. The river roars and I feel its spray on my ankles. He grins and presses his mouth to mine.
I tense up at first, unsure of myself, so when he pulls away, I’m sure I did something wrong, or badly. But he takes my face in his hands, his fingers strong against my skin, and kisses me again, firmer this time, more certain. I wrap an arm around him, sliding my hand up his neck and into his short hair.
For a few minutes we kiss, deep in the chasm, with the roar of water all around us. And when we rise, hand in hand, I realize that if we had both chosen differently, we might have ended up doing the same thing, in a safer place, in gray clothes instead of black ones.” ▬Divergent (pg. 338)

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Her eyes were so stern, so insistent.
Beautiful.

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intantolondrabrucia:

St. James park.

intantolondrabrucia:

St. James park.

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Then I realize what it is. It’s him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall.
Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames.

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What was your favorite line from the movie [Divergent]? 

Cuteness.

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