“I drive around the streets
an inch away from weeping,
ashamed of my sentimentality
and possible love.”
“I drive around the streets
an inch away from weeping,
ashamed of my sentimentality
and possible love.”
“Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.”
— Hunter S. Thompson
Mountain Cabin, Lake Tahoe
Dream house…
(Source: catbushandludicrous)
Oh snap! #helloharto #denverpride
PHOTO OP: Sunday Best
Via @smoothhwooko.
“I’m young as morning and fresh as dew. Everybody loves me and so do you.” — Maya Angelou
Vertical Garden in Paris by Patrick Blanc
“I encounter millions of bodies in my life; of these millions, I may desire some hundreds; but of these hundreds, I love only one.”— Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments
Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal by Zach Wiener [website]
[h/t: pleatedjeans]
Kiss, boom.