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The spectators by Miss Aniela on Flickr.
April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.
T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land (via splitterherzen)

(Source: petrichour, via marahsartin)

(Source: dicethegod, via kammy-koala)

  • Artist: The World Is a Beautiful Place & I Am No Longer Afraid to Die
  • Track: Getting Sodas
  • Album: Whenever, If Ever

vahwow:

Lets have a heavy makeout session to this song

(via everythingwehadwasburied)

ffrenchtoast:

The Truman Show (1999)

Was nothing real?
You were real.

(via everythingwehadwasburied)

Slowly learning my limits

Slowly learning my limits

(via skinandb0neslove)

(Source: untrustyou, via christophwhore)

(Source: acidic-child, via heredeer)

  • Artist: The Doors
  • Track: Break on Through (To the Other Side)
  • Album: The Doors

(Source: nickdrake, via nickdrake)

One day, a long time from now, you’ll cease to care any more whom you please or what anybody has to say about you. That’s when you’ll finally produce the work you’re capable of.
J.D. Salinger (via stxxz)

(via heredeer)

retrocize:

humans nature; i.e. messy hair, chapped lips, tainted skin, freckles, veins, bones, bruises, scars. we only have flaws if they are perceived that way.

retrocize:

humans nature; i.e. messy hair, chapped lips, tainted skin, freckles, veins, bones, bruises, scars. we only have flaws if they are perceived that way.

(via heredeer)

mortalmofos:

by Thobias Malmberg

mortalmofos:

by Thobias Malmberg

(via heredeer)