
if i look back, i am lost

JVL

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we're not kids anymore.

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Love Begins
trying on a metaphor
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@skinmaps
Beginners (2010) dir. Mike Mills
Mathieu Lambert
Thailand by Hannah Tims
Girl at Alamere Falls.
Home II.
Home.
“When we really see other people as they are without taking it personally, we can never be hurt by what they say and do. Even if others lie to you, it is okay. They are lying to you because they are afraid. They are afraid you will discover that they are not perfect.”
— Don Miguel Ruiz
You belong among the wildflowers.
it’s a question of needs and not rosary beads in the end.
I COULDN’T HEAR IT. I WAS EMPTY AS A DRUM.
An out of season tune by Youth Lagoon, a biopic of the the meanest month, “July.”
dir. by Tyler T. Williams.
All rights with the artists.
Explosions pillaging the night
From the fireworks on the fourth of July
It's just my lady, our friends, and I
Smoking cigars and yelling at cars as they drive by
We scaled a ladder ascending to the roof
While five years ago I weeped and no one knew
Holding my guitar, I strummed a tune
I sang "I love you but I have to cut you loose"
As the neighbor lights off the small bombs we watch
from the rooftop... safely, so safely
If I had never let go, then only God knows where I would be now
I made a bridge between us then I slowly burned it
Five years ago, in my backyard I sang love away
Little did I know that real love had not quite yet found me
This. Always.
From the long drive home this summer.