06 12 09
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black dog by zeppelin

this song cheers me up when i’m in a bad mood.

tell me, now that i’m gone, what’s the grass look like on the other side?

05 12 09
gary oldman.

gary oldman.

reblogged from: Effervescent
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partythighs:

pretty lights on the tree
i’m watching them shine
you should be here with me

bon-bon:

claudia:


Death Cab for Cutie - Christmas (Baby, Please Come Home)

(via terrormarie+kaytee)

the story of the starfish: one at a time

A friend of ours was walking down a deserted Mexican beach at sunset.  As he walked along, he began to see another man in the distance.  As he grew nearer, he noticed that the local native kept leaning down, picking something up and throwing it out into the water.  Time and again he kept hurling things out into the ocean.

As our friend approached even closer, he noticed that the man was picking up starfish that had been washed up on the beach and, one at a time, he was throwing them back into the water.

Our friend was puzzled.  He approached the man and said, “Good evening, friend.  I was wondering what you are doing.”

“I’m throwing these starfish back into the ocean.  You see, it’s low tide right now and all of these starfish have been washed up onto the shore.  If I don’t throw them back into the sea, they’ll die up here from lack of oxygen.”

“I understand,” my friend replied, “but there must be thousands of starfish on this beach.  You can’t possibly get to all of them.  There are simply too many.  And don’t you realize this is probably happening on hundreds of beaches all up and down this coast.  Can’t you see that you can’t possibly make a difference?”

The Local native smiled, bent down and picked up yet another starfish, and as he threw it back into the sea, he replied, “Made a difference to that one.”

-Jack Canfield & Mark V. Hansen.

Just remember, Fievel - one man’s sunset is another man’s dawn. I don’t know what’s out there beyond those hills. But if you ride yonder… head up, eyes steady, heart open… I think one day you’ll find that you’re the hero you’ve been looking for.an american tail: fievel goes west
04 12 09
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hanging high by lykke li

concrete jungle where dreams are made of.

concrete jungle where dreams are made of.

my life as a jpeg

my life as a jpeg

03 12 09

last words

you: sweet dreams please?
me: i’ll try
you: please
me: stop being so awful please

If it weren’t for her, there would never have been an empty space, or the need to fill it.nicole krauss
trust

trust

30 11 09
what if you stayed this time?eternal sunshine