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Apr 21, 2014 / 37,193 notes

Jimi Hendrix photographed by Jim Marshall during his soundcheck at the Monterey Pop Festival, 1967 (via)
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Jimi Hendrix photographed by Jim Marshall during his soundcheck at the Monterey Pop Festival, 1967 (via)

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Apr 20, 2014 / 24,684 notes

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Szeged Synagogue, Hungary
Apr 20, 2014 / 14,520 notes

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Szeged Synagogue, Hungary

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Apr 20, 2014 / 14,527 notes
One day, whether you
are 14,
28 
or 65

you will stumble upon
someone who will start
a fire in you that cannot die.

However, the saddest,
most awful truth
you will ever come to find––

is they are not always
with whom we spend our lives.
Beau Taplin, “The Awful Truth”  (via browneyesblueskies)

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Apr 20, 2014 / 344,584 notes
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photosynthelys:

thr3ads:

gengaa:

how clear is that water?!

i thought the fish were just laid on the floor

aaaaah!!!

I didn’t know water this clear existed… wth
Apr 15, 2014 / 189,714 notes

assbutt-in-the-garrison:

photosynthelys:

thr3ads:

gengaa:

how clear is that water?!

i thought the fish were just laid on the floor

aaaaah!!!

I didn’t know water this clear existed… wth

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Apr 12, 2014 / 42,930 notes
There is something about poverty that smells like death. Dead dreams dropping off the heart like leaves in a dry season and rotting around the feet; impulses smothered too long in the fetid air of underground caves. The soul lives in a sickly air. People can be slave-ships in shoes.
Zora Neale Hurston, Dust Tracks on a Road: An Autobiography (New York:  HarperCollins, 1996), 87. (Originally published 1942)
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Photo by Ye Rin Mok