listen i wish i could be one of those people who obsess over bassists and drummers and the quiet, humble members of a band but i really and truly am a slut for a charismatic frontman

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Love Begins
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Cosmic Funnies
YOU ARE THE REASON
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listen i wish i could be one of those people who obsess over bassists and drummers and the quiet, humble members of a band but i really and truly am a slut for a charismatic frontman
twenty ways to see the world, twenty ways to start a fight…
The Sleeping Endymion, Antonio Canova
1819-1822, Detail
“My parents attending mass in San Francisco while on the campaign trail in 1968″ Photo posted by Kerry Kennedy on Facebook.
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“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.”
― Jack Kerouac, A letter to his first wife, Edie Kerouac-Parker, January of 1957
“ I’ve heard the strange madness long growing in your soul, in your isolation but you fortunate in your ignorance. You who have suffered find where love hides, give, share, lose, lest we die unbloomed.”
Kill Your Darlings (2013) dir. John Krokidas
A wave engulfs the statue of Neptune on Melenara Beach, Gran Canaria
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