Too late, my time has come Sends shivers down my spine, body’s aching all the time Goodbye, everybody, I’ve got to go Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth

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Too late, my time has come Sends shivers down my spine, body’s aching all the time Goodbye, everybody, I’ve got to go Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
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windows of Barcelona, collage by Andre Vicente Goncalves
football meme: [3/7] players → marco reus
“He is incredibly skillful, intelligent as a player and can always surprise his opponent. It all seems so, so easy for him but it comes from his exceptional timing. He is an extremely good passer, and an outstanding finisher.”
The Impala + scenery
All the little landscape sketches I’ve done so far.
you’ll forget me
I feel like I missed my window to do stupid teenager things and stay out all night and jumped straight to being a 55 year old woman who would rather stay home watching tv and falling asleep at 8pm
books read in 2018 → the song of achilles by madeline miller
I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me. If I had had words to speak such a thing, I would have. But there were none that seemed big enough for it, to hold that swelling truth. As if he had heard me, he reached for my hand. I did not need to look; his fingers were etched into my memory, slender and petal-veined, strong and quick and never wrong. “Patroclus,” he said. He was always better with words than I.
Those who love the most do not talk of their love;
Sara Teasdale, from “Those Who Love,” written c. January 1923 (via weltenwellen)
Instead of making fun of people who do things at an older age that are normally done younger ( like getting their diploma or GED, learning to drive, even learning to read ) how about you:
don’t
by Lord Byron