soundsouls:

The Disco Biscuits - Home Again

estimated-prophet:

8-2(3?)-14 - The Disco Biscuits feat. Mickey Hart and Bill Kreutzmann - Gathering of the Vibes

imupinthewooods:

Jim, you were the greatest poet ever.

imupinthewooods:

Jim, you were the greatest poet ever.

(Source: emikokal, via thebrainsdomain)

I’ve always envied people who sleep easily. Their brains must be cleaner, the floorboards of the skull well swept, all the little monsters closed up in a steamer trunk at the foot of the bed.

Benioff, David. City of Thieves. (via koreyan)

(Source: wordsnquotes, via krizziaa)

I don’t feel very good about myself. 
People always leave me. 
Nobody can stand me for very long. 
I wish I could cut my tongue out, 
or take out the part of my brain 
that has opinions. Or cares. 
I wish I could be simple. 
Be quiet, introverted, or shy. 
I’m half way in between a wallflower 
at a party and elvis presley. 
People love one or the other. 
In between is no place to be.

Taken from a one page play by Jack White, supposedly written when he was nineteen.  (via silentious)

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artizan3:

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occhidimenta:

Buona notte … Bonne Nuit … Buenas Noches … Good Night … Tumblr

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artizan3:

original post by: 

occhidimenta:

Buona notte … Bonne Nuit … Buenas Noches … Good Night … Tumblr

(via guadalupedelcastillolove

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un-healed:

bestfriend

un-healed:

bestfriend

(via purrrfectionn)

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that face when you realize summer is over

that face when you realize summer is over

I’m not totally mad at you. I’m just sad. You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside.

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood  (via deprincession)

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