December 2011
164 posts
“All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave...”
– Anatole France (via girlwithoutwings)
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot
Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question… ...
renaissancebroswag:
Mykonos- Fleet Foxes
Always...
“It is easier to live through someone else than to complete yourself. The freedom...”
– Betty Friedan (via misswallflower)
“I don’t really live on compliments, matter of fact it has a way of...”
– Jimi Hendrix
