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"

Sixsmith, I climb the steps of the Scot Monument every morning… and all becomes clear. Wish I could make you see this brightness. Don’t worry. All is well. All is so perfectly, damnably well.
I understand now that boundaries between noise and sound are conventions. All boundaries are conventions… waiting to be transcended. One may transcend any convention if only one can first conceive of doing so. In moments like this I can feel your heart beating as clearly as I feel my own and I know that separation is an illusion.

My life extends far beyond the limitations of me.

"

- Robert Frobisher (via almostparadigm)

rollin-in:

bit3yourlip:

~

Loser
alexsaysdopeshit:

Ups&downs

kelliking:

 

And I’ll be yours until two and two is three
Yours, until the mountains crumble to the sea
In other words, until eternity

(via sunkissedmind)

terezis-weave:

mrnonamekid:

last and probably most successful photo of New York

how you do that
b-kls:

My hair is purple
ciryl:

Strawberry cough blunt c: