grayskymorning:

(via mychristmas)

togetlost:

twotimestwo:(via infinitebutterflies)

thelafamewhores:

She’s got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me
of a warm safe place
Where as a child I’d hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by

(via loveyourchaos)

placidiappunti:

Guardati da ciò che desideri perché finirai per ottenerlo.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

jimmywhacked:

heartfeltart:

i’ve been stuck in this phase my whole life.

A phase is temporary. That is my life…

pdvmorris:

…..t’is the stuff of lighter dreams and no war should ever take the men away…

lacontessa:

Postcard, 1914.  They were all leaving for the war, you know…

(via)

dailydoseofdylan:

One Too Many Mornings- Bob Dylan

From the ‘Hard Rain’ Album