I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.

Shana Abe (via eletheowl)

Two Things

1) I’m beginning to think that it is possible to become addicted to an idea.
2) I’m working hard at reconstructing what it is that I know about the universe.

tastefullyoffensive:

via

misslaurathomas:

drawthisdress:

James Galanos, c. 1955 (via defunctfashion)

Oh sweet jebus, so lovely.

I remember my therapist once showing me this book and I was like wat the fuck did I just read. So dumb.

(Source: foreplayfriday)

Ok, I understand I need to stop, but WTF there are rumors of a vegas/AC run afloat and this time of the year is dull without the promise of music in the summer. OK

(Source: tweezburger)

(Source: gills)

Oh this timber gotta roll… And guess what else Phish? ANNOUNCE YOUR TOUR and please have dates at SPAC. 

ymutate:

Jarek Puczel, Olsztyn, Poland, Lovers, found at saatchionline

Thoughts become things.

Think about what you want, not about what you don’t want. 

Ask

Believe, have unwavering faith

Receive

Keep a gratitude journal. 

Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.

Rumi (via fuckyeahyoga)

fuckyeahphish:

Yes, you.

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