“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”
bank the fires
burning, burning
(...things have gotten closer to the sun)
starbucks still life.
“The strongest oak tree of the forest is not the one that is protected from the storm and hidden from the sun. It’s the one that stands in the open where it is compelled to struggle for its existence against the winds and rains and the scorching sun.”
— Napoleon Hill
wearing my heart on a sleeve.
(Source: Spotify)
London, you look gorgeous today.
(Source: Spotify)
(Source: aabuck)
“
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.
- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like a disaster.
— One Art by Elizabeth Bishop
smooth monday afternoon groove.
(Source: Spotify)
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yeah yeah yeahs - sacrilege. magic.
“There has been, is, and always will be every conceivable type of person. ”
— ― E.M. Forster, Maurice
this is everything.
slick.
fabulous.
Aaron Koblin, US flight patterns
