1. My ambition was to live like music.
    — Mary Gaitskill (via misswallflower)
     
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    my-h-e-a-r-t-s-not-in-it:

    hey sorry im late i didnt want to come

     
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    Tags: on the roadjack kerouacquotestravel

    What is the feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.
    — On The Road, Jack Kerouac (via thatkindofwoman)

    (Source: worn-in-perfection)

     
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    Tags: pinkblackflowersphotographydecor

     
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    Tags: mountainsmainemount katahdinsunrisetravel

    pureblyss:

    alpinistoamericano:

    mcsquishyface:

    Sunrise on Mount Katahdin, Maine.

    *Adds to bucket list*

    Ahhh yes. I want to go so badly.

     
  7. vintagegal:

Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961)

    vintagegal:

    Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961)

     
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    69shadesofgray:

palo alto

    69shadesofgray:

    palo alto

     
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    #snakes 

    #snakes 

    (Source: axur)

     
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    he’s going to fuck you up and you’re going to let him
    — most sober thing a drunk person could ever say to you - w-r-i-st-s (via perfect)
     
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    This is a subtle Truth.
    Whatever you Love, you are.
    — Rumi (via wordsnquotes)
     
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    She scares me because I believe in the strength of her passion. Beside her I worry that I’m fraudulent; that I’ve even conned myself into believing in my depth. Still I charge head-first through fear, because not trying is tragic, and I’m addicted to her influence.
     
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