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March 8, 2013
2:11 pm
Because your existence in time and space is unique, there are lives that only you can touch.
Harry Palmer (via kari-shma)
2:11 pm
March 7, 2013
But eventually you learn that you just can’t save anyone no matter how hard you try. People have to want to change, they have to want to do better, and to be better. All you can do is love people and pray for them and be present when they need you. But you can’t save them; at the end of the day, we all have to save ourselves.
12:43 pm
The book rack comes in solid Wenge, with a set of 12 pins/bookmarks. The pins are detached and can be moved around the back piece to meet your needs at each time. The books rest on a small wooden plate so the pages stay intact. The plates can be moved back and forth on the bottom of the book to control the height of which the book hangs, making it possible to line different sized books up in a straight line.
12:33 pm
March 6, 2013
Candid footage of James Dean at a race in Santa Barbara, 1955.
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10:26 pm
I used to think I was tough, but then I realized I wasn’t. I was fragile and I wore thick fucking armor. And I hurt people so they couldn’t hurt me. And I thought that was what being tough was, but it isn’t.
James Frey (via dulcetdecember)
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10:25 pm
August 7, 2012
Always
To miss someone that you have history with is enough…. To miss someone that you’ve never met is heartbreaking…even for me!
1:37 am
July 21, 2012
Taken with Instagram
2:13 pm
Dean curled up after helping me pack this morning (Taken with Instagram)
2:10 pm
June 23, 2012
Driving through North Carolina! (Taken with Instagram)
12:20 am
December 30, 2011
7:53 pm
October 11, 2011
Ashes and Fire - Ryan Adams
As he stared past the fire, His hunger to leave well it gnawed his poor heart alive, Her skin smelled like black cherry, blossom perfume, the sail boats they all sailed by… and a river she cried.
And the wind was suddenly sweeter than Roosevelt pine, The windows broke out and the cigarette smoke was drifting by, The bums on the bowery were swallowed in the lights as cars rumbled by in the night… screaming run for your life.
With cool and silvery eyes and a heart that was fit for desire, drowned in a river of tears oh a river she cried left her with a heart… made of ashes and fire.
One day there was a silence and it washed through the town, and there was no reason to speak so no one made a sound, her eyes were indigo and the cats were all Calico and the sail boats they all sailed by… and a river she cried.
With cool and silvery eyes and a heart that was fit for desire, drowned in a river of tears oh a river she cried left her with a heart… made of ashes and fire.
Ashes and fire, Ashes and fire, Ashes and fire.
11:23 pm
September 26, 2011
7:49 pm
July 5, 2011
I can’t wait until my hair gets this long!
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2:28 pm
June 28, 2011
(via vodkaandvogue)
3:15 pm
