December 2010
3 posts
Where ever I go, I miss you. You, in this case, is a variable.
November 2010
4 posts
October 2010
3 posts
February 2010
4 posts
January 2010
8 posts
I'm happiest when I'm out of my house.
coolaccent:
There’s something so deliciously thrilling about late night escapades and lying in the grass at the park, putting on shoes that make you feel pretty and catching the eye of random strangers who smile at you. Walking around the city with red lipstick on and black tights, linking arms with my friends and throwing my head back with laughter. Even just stepping out onto my roof and...
“How much would you risk to help another person? If your only claim to standing...”
– sans accoutrements, s’il vous plait « Problem Chylde: Learning & Writing
(via champagnecandy)
July 2009
9 posts
“You’re the direction I follow to get home
When I feel like I can’t...”
i am looking for a beautiful church with large...
mareen:
suggestions?
the inside is important, it should be rather old-school than modern.
Die EventKirche in Velbert-Neviges (halbe Stunde von Düsseldorf) ist old-school schön!
Music to my ears.
lickystickypickyme:
Music is not a commodity. It’s not something that people buy, or consume. It’s not a revenue stream, or a career choice. It’s an expression of the depths of peoples’ humanity. It’s an experience.
Our ears bring us some of the greatest pleasure. Life is a song that plays all the time: running water, the hum of an air conditioner or computer, traffic, the soft breaths of our...
“I missed your skin when you were east.”
– Northern Downpour - Panic At The Disco
June 2009
17 posts
Sometimes it's just so hard to close your eyes.
“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.”
– Dr. Seuss (via amplequotes)
“His father was a drinker
And his mother cried in bed
Folding John...”
– John Wayne Gacy, Jr. - Sufjan Stevens
his writing and singing is so beautiful, it hurts.
May 2009
32 posts
