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I need solitude. I need space. I need air. I need the empty fields round me; and my legs pounding along roads; and sleep; and animal existence.
Virginia Woolf, The Diary of Virginia Woolf (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
I hope you find someone that
mindlessly strokes your legs and
massages your back and plays with
your hair and I hope that you feel like
You’re home when you look at them.
(via itcuddles)