"Vinyl is the real deal. I’ve always felt like, until you buy the vinyl record, you don’t really own the album. And it’s not just me or a little pet thing or some kind of retro romantic thing from the past. It is still alive."
— Jack White

This makes me think about you, a lot.

(via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

I heard in the news the other day,
How a sixteen-year-old boy walked into a science lab at school
And set himself on fire, attempting to kill himself.
Despite the intense pain, I think the metaphor was that
He could turn to ashes like letters we throw in fireplaces.
I think that sometimes disappearing comes with a price. It’s not that easy to erase your existence.

I heard how an old friend’s train ride to the nearest city
Was delayed, because somebody jumped in front of it.
She was more annoyed that she would be too late to go shopping.
I guess in the end, that’s what the person must have wanted,
For the attention to slide over to the petty things at hand.
They must have wanted the world to forget about them.
It’s too hard to evaporate,
To turn to ashes and dust.
While the world keeps moving around you,
The collective consciousness will always
Bring about your name in conversation.

You can’t be erased, no matter how hard you try.
You need to understand that the world is a board
And we are all permanent markers.
And our bodies will meld into the earth’s crust
And the sun will swallow us up.
But we were still here.
So don’t wish to disappear.

Don’t wish you never existed.
The universe needed you from the start.

That’s why I guess there is a pain
To perishing.

— W.J, Pain to Perishing  (via cascadingletters)


"I am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging, and it’s very difficult to find anyone."
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit (via fourteendrawings)
"I wish I could write. I get these ideas but I never seem to be able to put them in words."
— F. Scott Fitzgerald   (via thatkindofwoman)

Fresh flowers to channel spring. 
"Beauty. I’ve always wondered what that word meant to me and I always imagined I know it when I saw it.
Then on my journey home today, a young women and her child sat beside me and that’s when I realized what beauty was to me, for the first time in my life, beauty is the child who sat across from me laughing and smiling with his mother as people around me stared in dismay at his physical appearance.
His laughter was courageous though, you could tell he felt it with his whole heart, I glanced up from my phone to see his mother already staring awaiting my reaction - I assume she expected a negative reaction - I simply smiled.
Then, at some point I looked around me and saw business men and women, teenager, and other mothers still catching a few glances. I felt disheartened by how we as humans react to one another, especially those who are different - no, not different, I hate that word and the connotations we have attached to it - how we react to others who are unique beyond societies measures. But, still, that little boy is my definition of beauty, the playful glint in his eyes followed by this burst of absolute laughter. His innocent ignorance to humanity was admirable; I hope he never loses that, I hope he never lets society demoralize him and take away his beauty."
— train journey  (via imshannonadams)
"I think a lot, but I don’t say much."
— Anne Frank (via quotes-shape-us)

“What’s the difference?” I asked him. “Between the love of your life, and your soulmate?”

“One is a choice, and one is not.”

— Tarryn Fisher, Mud Vein (via quotes-shape-us)



don’t cross oceans for people who wouldn’t cross a puddle for you.

No, do it. Do cross oceans for people. Love people, all people. No conditions attached, no wondering wether or not they’re worthy. Cross oceans, climb mountains. Life and love isn’t about what you gain, it’s about what you give.

amen. love with no conditions attached.

"Girls are not machines that you put kindness coins into until sex falls out."
— Porphyria R’lyeh.    (via coldflowers)

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