Blood, tears & gold

Love grows cold. Blood, tears and gold.

You only have yourself to blame. Free falling 100 stories high, floating. And the next thing you know your head lands first and your smashed face is immersed in blood, tears and brainjuice. All because of high induced hope and expectations.

Maybe I'll start to be more serious from now on, so that people will laugh harder the next time when I'm not.

Love grows cold, so does belief.

H+Air

Hey Ma, I wanna grow Dean's hair on top of my head.

Monument

tommy emmanuel live in esplanade 24.10.2010

before i forget, which i doubt i ever will for the rest of my life.

i made it to the concert. the man played classical gas. shaking his hand, i looked down at my feet and mumbled "you are a big inspiration", he threw me back the biggest smile and with deep gratitude he replied, "thank you, thank you!"

i guess this is what it feels like to be in awe of a person.

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Pirelli x Terry Richardson

Sheer rawness and primitive.

(via luluandyourmom)

Walking in Space

why do i always feel that I don't belong? that there is another real-world outside waiting for me. if so, where and when does this real-world occur? where do i get off? where do we get off?