a masterpiece

Hello, I am a frustrated writer with an immense love for music. One day, I came to the decision to start a blog with anecdotes, narratives of moments I felt infinite, that incorporate different songs each; either songs that I chose, or songs that came at the right moment. This is me having the courage to put my heart on my sleeve.

(I might include random posts every now and then, too.)

Welcome to my crooked heart and messed up mind.

—M.S. (via mione-writes)

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hoops4days:

I don’t want anyone to look at you the way I do

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lovequotesrus:

Everything you love is here

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abookblog:

cubicle books by graymalkn on Flickr.

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so-personal:

everything personal

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My only regret is that
I didn’t tell enough people
to fuck off.

—👌👊 (via gymnastkid589)

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Try to imagine a life without timekeeping. You probably can’t. You know the month, the year, the day of the week. There is a clock on your wall or the dashboard of your car. You have a schedule, a calendar, a time for dinner or a movie. Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays. Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures. A fear of time running out.

—Mitch Albom, The Time Keeper (via lazypacific)

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