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may delete my tumblr...
It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them.
An Autobiography, Agatha Christie (via ohdreaming)
Accept yourself. You don't have to prove shit.
can’t believe i get to see stevie in june... yes i’ll be a million miles from the stage but i GET TO SEE HER LIVE. too excited!
Voodoo Child from the Electric Ladyland Album by Jimi Hendrix
You can’t take me now, you can’t freak me out, you can’t do it.
Stevie Nicks Gold Dust Woman Live 2013 Las Vegas (via silverspringsgold)
I fantasize about being romantic with someone. Laying under the stars listening to old rock and roll. Going for drives to no where in particular. Laying in bed on rainy days and watching movies.
I just want to do romantic things.
Hepburn: “I have not lived as a woman. I have lived as a man…I’ve just done what I damn well wanted to and I made enough money to support myself. And I ain’t afraid of being alone.”
Walters: “Is that why also you wear pants?”
Hepburn: “No, I just wore pants because they’re comfortable.”
Walters: “Do you ever wear a skirt, by the way?”
Hepburn: “I have one.”
Walters: “You have one.”
Hepburn: “I’ll wear it to your funeral.”
Alex Strohl
Above all, take a chance. Sing, like blood going down the vein.
Mary Oliver, from Long Life: Essays & Other Writings (via violentwavesofemotion)