sintire:

click here to enter into a teenage boys mind
acai-tigers:

✯ trøpical ⌖ boho ⌖ indié ✯
nakedspirits:

thomasbukoass:

all of the goals in one photo


Literally
hippie-galaxy:

mim-akh:

forties-fifties-sixties-love:

1969

the only thing that’s changed since then is the quality of photos

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They say every atom in our bodies was once part of a star. Maybe I’m not leaving. Maybe I’m going home.

— Gattaca, 1997 (via hylophobic)
richestt:

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authorjordanlink:

Golestan Palace

I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can.

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via robsongrrl)

I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can.

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via robsongrrl)
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