May 2013
We're living through your eyes.: Intro to Ride -... →
brownlettuce:
“I was in the winter of my life…and the men I met along the road were my homely summer. At night I fell asleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three years down the line of being on an endless road toward and my memories of them were the only things that…
A tourist goes to see something. A traveler sees it along the way.
– Gentlemen’s Wisdom (via natashakills)
Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
– Rumi (via larmoyante)
Everyone sees what you appear to be, few experience what you really are.
– Niccolò Machiavelli, The Prince (via wolf-cub)
It’s about misunderstandings between people and places, being disconnected and...
– Sofia Coppola on Lost in Translation (2003)
“Love? What is love?” he thought.
“Love hinders death. Love is life. All,...
– War and Peace, Leo Tolstoy (via dansaires)