The Only Hope For Me Is You Alone;


flood people with compliments. make eye contact. don’t be the first one to let go of a hug. push yourself to run faster and further. listen intentionally.

At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost. Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters on Cezanne (via melusinav)
She had a mind like a box of fireworks and hands that played recklessly with matches.

Michael Faudet  (via psych-facts)

Once you make a decision, the universe conspires to make it happen. Ralph Waldo Emerson (via psych-facts)
I want to kiss you so hard that you will never be able to get the taste of me out of your mouth. (via skwagger)

its roger’s birthday


its roger’s birthday


Paul McCartney © MJ Kim

Paul McCartney on the “Out There” tour 2014

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