arunaea:

French Breakfast by Katarina Ribnikar on Flickr.
hokkaiiido:

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1 / ♥ rooftops

You’ve learned to love this city

Through the quiet happiness you found

Watching bluegrass street musicians on the subway

And shuffling through paperbacks in thrift stores

//

Morning walks with heavy-lidded eyes from fragmented sleep

And scarlet sunsets with birds on the telephone line

The times you had the streets to yourself

And could finally hear the echoes

That had hung static in the midnight mist

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You stacked jars of spices in your cupboards

Lighting incense to open up the air

An oasis as you breathed in its cool comfort

And felt your nervous energy scatter under the floorboards

// 

Spent twilight bike rides and rooftop escapes

Searching for somewhere to call your own

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Too shy to say a word

In this land of elevator stares and empty conversations

A million dizzying lives wandering the streets

In the wake of better things

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I met you thirty thousand feet up in the air

And your light tiptoed into my mind

Running against time zones

Back home after all this time

brutalgeneration:

on the way to mont-blanc (by kygp)
326 / ♥
11532 / ♥

420-666:

CONSTANTLY WORRIED I AM NOT MAKING ENOUGH THINGS TO VALIDATE MY EXISTENCE 

appalachiann:

Just me and my pup.
363447 / ♥
Other people are not medicine.

— It took me 9 years to figure that out (via crimson-gold)

65566 / ♥
I still remember the feeling I felt when I first started talking to you.

— (via nourraabdullah)