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It's kind of funny going to a gig bc you really just want to see the SUPPORT band but yep that's what I did last night. Gone to see my all time fave band Portugal. The Man and of course they burned my hometown down with all of their hearts, also got a new tee which I'm gonna wear till I die ❤️ Thnx boos @portugaltheman #alaskanboysarethebest #portugaltheman

#alaskanboysarethebest #portugaltheman

💛Tiramisu💛 (hier: We Are Scientists - Pittsburgh)

I miss Berlin a hell of a lot 💞 #Berlin #PrenzlauerBerg

#berlin #prenzlauerberg

Took this one just a few minutes before our christmas concert, we genuinely had lots of fun! (And thnx 2 this lil cutie on the right for photobombing our selfie) ❤️✨

nevver

London, Paris, New York, Barbara Macfarlane

nitrateglow

I’ve become skeptical of the unwritten rule that just because a boy and girl appear in the same feature, a romance must ensue. Rather, I want to portray a slightly different relationship, one where they two mutually inspire each other to live– if I’ m able to, then perhaps I’ll be closer to portraying a true expression of love.

Hayao Miyazaki (via aphex2)

itendswithakiss

You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could’ve, would’ve happened…or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on.

Tupac Shakur (via fawun)

whispersyourdreams

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withouttraumatism

zedsdead-baby

drewwilsonphoto

you miss childhood so much you try dressing like you would if you were seven again. sneakers and frilly socks. big t-shirts and messy hair, because you’ve stopped caring about perfect hair. you don’t mind getting your knees dirty or scabs on your shins. those pains don’t make you flinch. those pains don’t talk to you at night. those pains don’t hurt like the hurt you’ve really felt. the type of hurt that can’t be pin pointed or fixed with copious amounts of Neosporin. you don’t worry about how you’ll feel in the morning until the morning comes. you bite the skin off the tips of your fingers like your aiming for the bone. because the stress and pain hits you bone deep. bone deep. its almost romantic sounding. but isn’t being so broken such a romantic thing anymore? sad music doesn’t even phase you. its all you know. instrumentals lined with tiny violins and crying cellos. you lay back in the grass and close your eyes. you try forgetting about the city surrounding you. the heat rises from the pavement and grips your lungs like my hands grip the small of your neck. the sun beats down on you like you owe it money. but you don’t sweat. this is the small stuff. ice coffee and a bagel with cream cheese. start your day happy. fall apart at the end. repeat. things get better. then they get worse. three months of total bliss for three months of total shit. thats the way life works right? it always gets better though. be still.