May
20
Good night, Rome. Good night, tumblr.
Sounds of music, beauty and love.
I have my own particular sorrows, loves, delights; and you have yours. But sorrow, gladness, yearning, hope, love, belong to all of us, in all times and in all places. Music is the only means whereby we feel these emotions in their universality. ~H.A. Overstreet
May
19
“Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.”
“Hell,” I said, “I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?”
“Yes. I want to ruin you.”
“Good,” I said. “That’s what I want too.” Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
“Hell,” I said, “I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?”
“Yes. I want to ruin you.”
“Good,” I said. “That’s what I want too.” Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
Will you still love me
When I’m no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me
When I got nothing but my aching soul?
Saturday night @ El clasico cafe-bar
“The pianokeys are black and white
but they sound like a million colors in your mind”
May
18
“Songs are as sad as the listener.”
John Boyne, The Absolutist
Ever wonder where you’d end up if you took your dog for a walk and never once pulled back on the leash?
(via twohoneybees)
(via twohoneybees)
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