K's private party
Kyra// 18// canada// virgo
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another, unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made of layers, cells, constellations.
-Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 4: 1944-1947  (via le-dilemme)

(Source: hellanne, via goldlune)

what’s a kiss without a little booty grabbing?

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