ragazzab13:

I love high heels ……

ragazzab13:

I love high heels ……

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alyson-noele:

YAHZ

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vufus:

"Crown Chakra Mudra"
Artist: Tilly Campbell-Allen 

vufus:

"Crown Chakra Mudra"

Artist:  

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justlyrics:

57. “Song For Zula” by Phosphorescent

justlyrics:

57. “Song For Zula” by Phosphorescent

I forget a lot that the complexity of “me” is not singular, but is shared by the living, loving, hating, annoying people who walk this earth with me. 

perfectmidnightworld:

"Ya Hey" by Phosphorescent // Originally by Vampire Weekend

Earlier this year Matthew Houck released the excellent album, “Muchacho”, under his band’s moniker, Phosphorescent. That album features - hands down - one of the best songs of the year (“Song for Zula”). Since that album’s release, the band has been touring pretty heavily in support of the album. Recently, they sat down with California State University’s KCSN radio station to record some in studio tracks, at which time they brought out a cover of another one of the best songs of the year, Vampire Weekend's “Ya Hey”. The result is a delicate, melancholic lullaby that strips the original back to a somber piano piece with light accompanying guitar. Suffice to say, in the hands of Houck and his band, the song becomes another beauty altogether - a heartbreaking wonder that manages somehow to match (if not one-up) the original by delivering it weary and resigned instead of bright and headstrong.

humansofnewyork:

"These experiences were so meaningful to me that I don’t want you to soundbite them."

humansofnewyork:

"These experiences were so meaningful to me that I don’t want you to soundbite them."

iamkarenyeung:

Tis alive on youtube! #iger #home

iamkarenyeung:

Tis alive on youtube! #iger #home

galehawthorn:

“This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.” - Don McLean (Starry, Starry Night)

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A poem in which I don’t compare
you to anything.
In which you are not an
elevator that I got stuck on,
or a train that never left,
but no more than a person.
No less than a person.

Today, you are not a mistake
or a rip in my tights or a lesson.
Today, I take myself home and undo,
undress, unlearn.
I take myself home and
write a poem about my skin
for the third time in a row and
then wash myself in it until
I’m clean and new.

A poem for the first full month
that didn’t hear the ache
of your name,
and for every month after.
A poem in which I am singular.
A poem in which I am more than
the people who never wanted me,
and I know this.

Caitlyn Siehl, Singular (via alonesomes)
whitehouse:

A moment of silence to honor the victims of last year’s Boston Marathon bombing.

whitehouse:

A moment of silence to honor the victims of last year’s Boston Marathon bombing.

I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.

Kurt Vonnegut   (via sleepyreverie)

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Rule Against Perpetuities