I was there! Oh, yes, yes, yes I was! With the best view in the house too!

scout:

robin pecknold - the book of love (magnetic fields cover)

i am sucker for this song and his voice

posted : Saturday, August 1st, 2009

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posted : Tuesday, May 19th, 2009

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posted : Monday, May 18th, 2009

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posted : Monday, May 18th, 2009

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posted : Monday, May 18th, 2009

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posted : Sunday, May 17th, 2009

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oneshouldreadeverything: casimirpulaskiday: (via papertissue)
 ”True love is your soul’s recognition of its counterpoint in another.”
You don’t deserve to sit at any table in any coffee shop with any less than two cups of coffee, one for you and one for your soul’s counterpoint.  
Anything less is just too tragic for words.

oneshouldreadeverythingcasimirpulaskiday: (via papertissue)

 ”True love is your soul’s recognition of its counterpoint in another.”

You don’t deserve to sit at any table in any coffee shop with any less than two cups of coffee, one for you and one for your soul’s counterpoint.  

Anything less is just too tragic for words.

posted : Sunday, May 17th, 2009

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(via thegirlfromipanema)
There are certain streets I can imagine myself walking down.
There are certain streets I can’t help imagining myself walking down.
There are certain streets I ache to walk down one day.
There are certain streets I will do everything in my power to walk down one day.
This is one. 

(via thegirlfromipanema)

There are certain streets I can imagine myself walking down.

There are certain streets I can’t help imagining myself walking down.

There are certain streets I ache to walk down one day.

There are certain streets I will do everything in my power to walk down one day.

This is one. 

posted : Sunday, May 17th, 2009

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Oh Yeah, I'll Tell You Something I Think You'll Understand

Today, my left hand felt the insatiable longing to hold your right hand. It doesn’t even like other hands, but it kept brushing against yours throughout the morning and it couldn’t quell the aching of a strong and unfamiliar want.

Still, we were amongst a crowd, it felt like a fool and it didn’t know how you’d react, so it kept to itself. Now, it’s lying here burning viciously from raw, unfulfilled desire and feeling even more like a fool. 

posted : Saturday, May 16th, 2009

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If cherry blossoms were a flower, they’d be my favorite. 
Do they make bouquets of cherry blossoms?
Well, they should make bouquets of cherry blossoms.
I’d cover my apartment in them.
Cherry blossoms and white christmas lights.

(via scribble-scribbles)

If cherry blossoms were a flower, they’d be my favorite. 

Do they make bouquets of cherry blossoms?

Well, they should make bouquets of cherry blossoms.

I’d cover my apartment in them.

Cherry blossoms and white christmas lights.

posted : Friday, May 15th, 2009

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