halfway up the stairs

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amindele:

haters see me and say christ what is that

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turtle-that-dabs-ironically:

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Me after talking to any girl to walk the earth ever

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leftatthetrafficlight:

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when you’ve listened through the entire mbmbam backlog and wonder what to listen to next

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elizabitchdarcy:

not to be preachy or like a hippy but fr the only point to any and all of this is kindness and love and friendship and making sincere connections with others

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Pretty girl, 
I’ll bottle up the ocean,
If it fits you,
And pocket the skyline
In a locket for to add to your sweet charm.
—The Ukulele Player and The Vagabond (via thelexidylan)

From Her Poet To The Sun(Flower)

thelexidylan:

I have yet to clear away the teacups from the garden,

Remnants of the tea party I held for you last year. 

The statues are collecting dust and bringing it to me,

Although it was never listed on our registry. 

I gave you a beautiful occasion and a bouquet,

Bound together with more verse than I could say.

You had left behind a faded strand of thread,

Possibly by mistake, from that sweater you wore.

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soundsof71:

“The Big Night never has to end.” Sunset Strip billboard for Electric Light Orchestra, Out Of The BluePhoto by Robert Landau.

Dear Prince Charming, I find it half a shame and half a blessing that you seem to have gotten lost finding your way back to your fairytale. If I myself were versed in a fraction the charm and etiquette you seem so fluent with, I might tell you so in person - but the written word triumphs over the faults and stumbles of the spoken, for the former may be reread over and over again, so that affection and that first sight’s splendor need never end.  


But the woes and wayward frettings of reaching proper chords in how I should say how you have so struck me are nothing compared to the beautiful and most softly strung notes of your visage - no, such paragon perfection as the likes of artists through the ages have attempted to capture need be addressed, and furthermore revered, and held in sweetness like a flower.. And should Cupid’s rulings of verse find me in fault, then all you need know is that you are like the golden sun - admired and glowing with warmth, pristine like the very blend of colors that surrounds a sunset. All is this, and this is all, and thus is you.


Some Thoughts on Brian Samuel Epstein, on His Birthday

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izzetheking:

What the Heck is a mushroom?Well let me tell you… its like a plant… but stop right there…Its not a plant… its nota planet and not an animal.. Its something else… Something fucked up that we havnt ever seen before… You can eat it on a steak but its not an animal or a plant… So what is a mushrom? Its a fungits

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