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Apr 18, 2014 / 394 notes

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tomasramon:

Lisbon Story (1994) de Wim Wenders.
Apr 18, 2014 / 589 notes

tomasramon:

Lisbon Story (1994) de Wim Wenders.

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Apr 18, 2014 / 39 notes
woodysblues:

“When he gave up [Pink Floyd] he took up painting again for a bit, but he never enjoyed it. He didn’t really have a sense of direction. He used to lie in bed every morning, and I would get this feeling like the wall between our rooms didn’t quite exist, because I’d know that Syd was lying in bed thinking, ‘What do I do today? Shall I get out of bed? If I get out of bed, I can do this, and I can do that - or I can do that, or I could do that.’ He had the world at his feet, all the possibilities, and he just couldn’t choose. He had great problems committing himself to any action. As for committing himself to doing anything for any length of time - he was the kind of person who’d change in the middle. He’d set off, lose his motivation, and start questioning what he was doing - which might just be walking down the street.”
— Duggie Fields on Syd Barrett 
Apr 18, 2014 / 2,203 notes

woodysblues:

“When he gave up [Pink Floyd] he took up painting again for a bit, but he never enjoyed it. He didn’t really have a sense of direction. He used to lie in bed every morning, and I would get this feeling like the wall between our rooms didn’t quite exist, because I’d know that Syd was lying in bed thinking, ‘What do I do today? Shall I get out of bed? If I get out of bed, I can do this, and I can do that - or I can do that, or I could do that.’ He had the world at his feet, all the possibilities, and he just couldn’t choose. He had great problems committing himself to any action. As for committing himself to doing anything for any length of time - he was the kind of person who’d change in the middle. He’d set off, lose his motivation, and start questioning what he was doing - which might just be walking down the street.”

— Duggie Fields on Syd Barrett 

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Apr 18, 2014

Rainy days are made to throwback

Today is one of those days.. Where the rain pelts on my window.. the sky is gray as my inner feelings and emptiness slowly spreads out of my body. lonely and lost in the past..

I feel sorry for those i hurt, for the one i really love(d).. For all the ones i was cruel to before i met the person who saved and changed my life..always fighting for love and cared more for others as for itself.. Showed me who i really am… i feel sorry for all the pain we have been through..

& i always used to run away.. Didnt want to face the truth.. if i do its too much pain to handle.

im still running away all day with the illusion everything is alright.

I wish my heart could let you go.. will wake up with peace. realize that you were gone and its okay..

But those rainy days.. Are made to throwback.

livedanceandsmile:

Just like a Butterfly…soft…light…

 ’Snow on the Mesa’ choreographed by Robert Wilson (1995) is billed as a portrait of Martha Graham _
Apr 18, 2014 / 1,806 notes

livedanceandsmile:

Just like a Butterfly…soft…light…

 ’Snow on the Mesa’ choreographed by Robert Wilson (1995) is billed as a portrait of Martha Graham _

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nuedvixx:

An edit on an old old photo. I was spinning.
Apr 18, 2014 / 248 notes

nuedvixx:

An edit on an old old photo. I was spinning.

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Hugues Erre - L’ Être Lacunaire, 1982
Apr 18, 2014 / 1,910 notes

Hugues ErreL’ Être Lacunaire, 1982

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Notice the people who are happy for your happiness, and sad for your sadness. They’re the ones who deserve special places in your heart.
Apr 18, 2014 / 59,411 notes
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mirrorsandall:

Dobos Tamás
Apr 17, 2014 / 30 notes
Apr 16, 2014 / 877 notes
There was nothing beautiful about how it ended.
Apr 16, 2014

There was nothing beautiful about how it ended.

I’m not sure which is worse: intense feeling, or the absence of it…
Apr 14, 2014 / 4 notes

I’m not sure which is worse: intense feeling, or the absence of it…

Apr 14, 2014 / 208,115 notes

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