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August 2011

Fleet Foxes - Helplessness Blues

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Helplessness Blues - Fleet Foxes

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#bedroom #home decor #interior #polaroid #bokeh
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#Illustration #butterfly
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#NOMS
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Aug 25, 2011
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#collage #art
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I don't care about the earthquake that happened in Philadelphia, because my life has been meaningless ever since "Arrested Development" got cancelled.

loladelphia:

#sad, but true

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Aug 23, 2011
Aug 23, 2011273 notes
“I don’t want you to get the idea she was a goddam icicle or something, just because we never necked or horsed around much. She wasn’t. I held hands with her all the time, for instance. That doesn’t sound like much, I realize, but she was terrific to hold hands with. Most girls if you hold hands with them, their goddam hand dies on you, or else they think they have to keep moving their hand all the time, as if they were afraid they’d bore you or something. Jane was different. We’d get into a goddam movie or something, and right away we’d start holding hands, and we wouldn’t quit till the movie was over. And without changing the position or making a big deal out of it. You never even worried, with Jane, whether your hand was sweaty or not. All you knew was, you were happy. You really were.” —J.D. Salinger
Aug 23, 2011
“It’s all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don’t know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever. Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all. It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect. We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere: Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes into everything is one thing. It’s a dream already ended. There’s nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be glad about. I know this from staring at mountains months on end. They never show any expression, they are like empty space. Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away? Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence of mind, the vast awakenerhood, empty and awake, will never crumble away because it was never born.” — Jack Kerouac
Aug 23, 2011
Aug 23, 201131 notes
#Nature
“I love this part. This is the part where your heart races a bit, your stomach feels like it’s free floating, and your face has a slight smile on it that can’t be wiped off. This is the part where things are about to get really good, and you know they’re about to get really good, and sometimes that’s more satisfying than when you get whatever it is you’re waiting for.” —Scarlett Schmaus
Aug 23, 2011
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“Mamihlapinatapai: A look shared by two people with each wishing that the other will initiate something that both desire but which neither one wants to start.”

I know it all too well

Aug 23, 2011
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#kat dennings #tiff
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#pocahontas #colors of the wind #walt disney confessions
“We pass the time of day to forget how time passes.” —Amelie
Aug 22, 2011
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#Johnny Depp #Winona Ryder
Aug 22, 201173,850 notes
#flowers #art
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#words
Aug 22, 2011
I was feeling insecure, you didn't love me anymore..
Aug 22, 2011
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#words #art
Aug 22, 2011
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Aug 22, 2011
and each morning she wakes, with a dream to describe, something lovely that bloomed in her beautiful mind, and I'll trade you one for two nightmares of mine
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