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The Art of Pointless Thinking

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Phone call from heaven.

You’d think five years was enough to stop missing someone. But it only gets worse. The longer it gets, the sadness just grows.

I wish heaven had phones. Then it wouldn’t be so hard to lose someone. To hear their voices. Or just their breathing. That way we’ll know they’re there, somewhere, although we can’t see them, we will know they’re never really gone, and we won’t be sad anymore. We just need that hope.

snowce:

Bruce Davidson, Winter in Paris, 1962

(Source: secretcinema1)

Two things that I like.

Just beautiful.

(Source: moneymandy, via bluefreshgrass)

I’ve always wanted to catch Phoenix live ever since I started listening to them when I was a freshman in highschool, but they just never came to Manila. And now I finally have. Didn’t think it would actually happen.

“ Out of the night grew a darkness, that was beautiful in its own way. ”

—    K