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"We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing."

- Charles Bukowski, The Captain is Out to Lunch and the Sailors have taken over the Ship, 1998  (via obliteratedheart)

(via allynewbold)

Who wants me to build this for them?

Hiding
by Pianos Become the Teeth
from Hiding

theworldisa:

The Distance Between Bodies Can’t Be Measured In Miles
delta-breezes:


Nola Coffee Liqueur | Honestly YUM on We Heart It.

"I don’t fear commitment. I fear wasting my time."

- (via moaka)

(via marissamayxo)

I’ve had two musical moods for the past month:

1: Pianos Become the Teeth

2: Sigur Ros

That’s it.

Illgresi
by Sigur Rós
from Með Suð Í Eyrum Við Spilum Endalaust