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Flinders St Station, Melbourne, Australia

lightcityphotography

lightcityphotography:

Flinders St Station, Melbourne, Australia

lightcityphotography

barneys-suits:

this god damn worlds problem is that everyone feels the pressure to make something big of themselves. for god sake why is it so important to be famous or popular or whatever? like if you feel like if you stay in for a whole weekend what the hell is the problem? like who the fuck cares? being recognized is not that big of a deal. remember people for like 200 years ago when people were farmers and lived of of that, they didn’t care about people not knowing who they were so why the hell are you?

somanygoddamnfandoms:

pugalecki:

tillyouandiseethesun:

pugalecki:

what if we feel pain in some parts of our body 24/7 since we were born but we just accepted it and now we feel nothing and that’s why babies cry so much

dude

what

dude

Brothers + Baby + landscapes

gizibe-xo:

Garrett Hedlund | Gents | Pinterest en We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/entry/102991520

gizibe-xo:

Garrett Hedlund | Gents | Pinterest en We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/entry/102991520

Be nothing more than mad. Be mad with discontent. Be mad with all the desire you could muster in this world and be mad to let it all out. Be mad to see and feel anything this universe has to offer you and be mad to take note of all of it. Be mad enough to love as hard as you can and be mad to make it remarkable. Be mad to read, write and speak your heart out and be mad to make yourself remembered. Be mad enough to know you’re actually living. Be mad to live.
On The Road (Song) by Jack Kerouac from the album: Jack Kerouac Reads 'On The Road'
I shambled after as I’ve been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a common place thing, burn, burn, burn like fabulous roman candles exploding like spiders across stars.
Jack Kerouac, On The Road (via expresswithsilence)
dissertador:

My heart belongs in London.. em We Heart It.

dissertador:

My heart belongs in London.. em We Heart It.