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versteur:

musicprophecy:

Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? 
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground. 
What have we found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

(via bambed)

Let not your love become attachment, nor your hate become destruction.
written by Umar ibn Al-Khattab   (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: hear-the-heartbeat, via thatkindofwoman)

There comes a point where you just go, ‘Ultimately, I don’t really give a fuck any more
written by Helena Bonham Carter  (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: alyssajacquelyn, via thatkindofwoman)

xangeoudemonx:

Frida Gustavsson at Dior Spring 2010.

Lost Stars - Adam Levine

(Source: admalevine)