An Eastern Ballad

peace-love-hippieness:

fengshit:

smoking-beer:

I wish I could just travel the world with my closest friends starting in a cute bus exploring the US. Imagine how free you’d feel knowing you’re the farthest from home you’ve ever been and you’re completely independent with the people that you love. And imagine all the things you could do that you couldn’t freely do when you were stuck in one place. I never did like being stuck in one place for a long while.

peace-love-hippieness:

fengshit:

smoking-beer:

I wish I could just travel the world with my closest friends starting in a cute bus exploring the US. Imagine how free you’d feel knowing you’re the farthest from home you’ve ever been and you’re completely independent with the people that you love. And imagine all the things you could do that you couldn’t freely do when you were stuck in one place. I never did like being stuck in one place for a long while.

(Source: backyardfruit, via hippy-go-lucky)

(Source: lames, via overboarddd)

estateofcait:

stepoffthemap:

I just love how they both look at each other before dancing!

She’s totally like, “oooh girl this my jam” and her twin is like “yea girl mine too!”

estateofcait:

stepoffthemap:

I just love how they both look at each other before dancing!

She’s totally like, “oooh girl this my jam” and her twin is like “yea girl mine too!”

(Source: karmic-redemption, via chynaroze)

aquaticwonder:

Elongated
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
themainloop:

Ricky Mujica “Multitasking”

themainloop:

Ricky Mujica
“Multitasking”

(via closetpoesie)

If you hear a voice within you say “you cannot paint,” then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced.
0rient-express:

untitled (byT◎nyMart◎relli).

We both feel like giving up, and yet we both keep on trying. You tell me you’ve never felt frustration and joy together, and I’ve told you that love and hate can be intertwined. I’ve told you I don’t know how to express my affections, and you feel like I don’t care. Yet, we’re still together, and whatever is keeping us together I stay for. 

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