Often a man wishes to be alone and a girl wishes to be alone too and if they love each other they are jealous of that in each other, but I can truly say we never felt that. We could feel alone when we were together, alone against the others. It has only happened to me like that once.

Work is really getting in the way of life today

saltydreams:

17 dayssss

Three months whenwegrewwings

saltydreams:

17 dayssss

Three months whenwegrewwings

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bettydraperlookingpissed:

If you can’t handle me at my

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Then you don’t deserve me at my

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Someone needs to lock Bastille in the studio until they’ve succesfully covered every song in the Western Pop Canon. 

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I’m lonelier and wiser now, and I know it isn’t cruelty or shame that characterises the human race. It’s forgiveness that makes us what we are. Without forgiveness, our species would’ve annihilated itself in endless retributions. Without forgiveness, there would be no history. Without that hope, there would be no art, for every work of arts is in some way an act of forgiveness. Without that dream, there would be no love, for every act of love is in some way a promise to forgive. We live on because we can love, and we love because we can forgive.
jimllpaintit:

National Geographic asked me to summarise the 1990s in one image. This is what I came up with.

jimllpaintit:

National Geographic asked me to summarise the 1990s in one image. This is what I came up with.

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thatsonofamitch:

Sign me the fuck up

thatsonofamitch:

Sign me the fuck up

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I met a boy, in this place I call Neverland, where we never grow up, who never, ever wore shoes. He was tall and skinny with soft brown hair to his shoulders, with a goofy smile that was too big for his face. The smile was rare when you first met him- he was shy and observant, soaking in how his people would react to you before he made a judgement. 
But when you won him over, you had him for life. He loved to talk and be talked to. He wanted you to know all about the girl that he was in love with. He would tell you everything about her, but then turn all his attention on to how you were worth loving too. 
He drank a lot. Too much, probably. I knew him when there wasn’t much else he could do.  Once, a good friend looked at him walking around outside, with no shoes, in the middle of winter, and laughingly said “look at him, he’s like a lost boy”.
He left us last night. He probably wasn’t wearing shoes and was smiling as he did it. But he left this Neverland to find the next, and I hope he never felt like he needed to grow up. 

I met a boy, in this place I call Neverland, where we never grow up, who never, ever wore shoes. He was tall and skinny with soft brown hair to his shoulders, with a goofy smile that was too big for his face. The smile was rare when you first met him- he was shy and observant, soaking in how his people would react to you before he made a judgement. 

But when you won him over, you had him for life. He loved to talk and be talked to. He wanted you to know all about the girl that he was in love with. He would tell you everything about her, but then turn all his attention on to how you were worth loving too. 

He drank a lot. Too much, probably. I knew him when there wasn’t much else he could do.  Once, a good friend looked at him walking around outside, with no shoes, in the middle of winter, and laughingly said “look at him, he’s like a lost boy”.

He left us last night. He probably wasn’t wearing shoes and was smiling as he did it. But he left this Neverland to find the next, and I hope he never felt like he needed to grow up. 

Kathleen. In Transit.

There’s nowhere you can be that isn’t where you’re meant to be.