Me every morning

posted 2 months ago


Bruce Springsteen, Ghost of Tom Joad era ca. 1995

Title: Scared Of Lonely
Artist: Beyoncé
Played: 53 times


posted 2 months ago with 1 note

Before Sunrise

“I hated labels anyway. People did not fit in slots- prostitute, housewife, saint- like sorting the mail. We were so mutable, fluid fear and desire, ideals and angles, changeable as water”

White Oleander, Janet Fitch

posted 3 months ago with 3 notes
Title: I Remember
Artist: The Roots
Played: 509 times

It’s only human to express the way you really feel
But that same humanity is my Achilles’ heel
A leopard can’t change his spots and never will
So I’m forever ill
Now I can never chill…..

posted 3 months ago with 47 notes via

“And for you I keep my legs apart And forget about my tainted heart”

Lykke Li, Little Bit

“We lead our lives like water flowing down a hill, going more or less in one direction until we splash into something that forces us to find a new course.”

Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha

Promised Land I picture Porsches, Basquiat Portraits……

Title: 13th Floor/Growing Old
Artist: OutKast
Played: 8549 times

Isn’t it lovely smokin good and sloppy head on highways 
Friday’s are tight but Saturday just makes it old 
When tonight’s are hot warm enough to feed your soul 
Growing old 

marry me.
let’s spend our week nights eating cereal on the floor
when there is a perfectly fine table behind us.
we can go to the movies and sit in the back row
just to make out like kids falling in love for the first time.

marry me.
we’ll paint the rooms of our house
and get more paint on us than the walls.
we can hold hands and go to parties we end up
ditching to drink wine out of the bottle in the bathtub.

marry me.
and slow dance with me in our bedroom
with an unmade bed and candles on the nightstand.
let me love you forever.
marry me.

"slow mornings drinking coffee naked in bed and your hands on my face when you kiss me goodnight. marry me." by d.a.h (via synthetic-synaesthesia)

“Why didn’t I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.”

Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, Jonathan Safran Foer

posted 5 months ago with 11 notes

“The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”

Pablo Neruda