Our breath is entwined, our melody’s collapse. The universe fills our gap, the Earth fills our soul.
The air makes our lungs collapse, and the smell makes us insane.

Abstract Idea

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I cannot believe in a God who wants to be praised all the time.
Friedrich Nietzsche (via dissapolnted)

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I cry very easily. It can be a movie, a phone conversation, a sunset - tears are words waiting to be written.
Paulo Coelho (via story-dj)

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Joey is obviously very calm and collected while in-car vlogging {x}

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1969

the only thing that’s changed since then is the quality of photos

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Blood moon // 4.15.14 

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nickchives

This was my exact view about 2 years back.  I was driving home from Sasquatch, it was 7am, my friend was asleep and Bon Iver was over the radio.  One of those life moments.

when im older i want to have memories like this

ugh

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