we seek something ineffable. always there is this emptiness, this longing for something forgotten that once was, and now eludes us. peace, contentment, love, all can be found in it. what is it? merely a memory? is it a home that we once had, not one built by hands….? will death bring us back to this blessed state? i believe it will.
(via Abecedarian : Restoring the Lost Sense)
everything hurts inside and i didn’t even get to see a sky full of stars
Myrna Loy, c.1935
1951. The Magnecorder, Sound Enjoyment
Tony Joe White - "Polk Salad Annie" ( HQ )
Park your T-Birds on the lawn… 1959 Ford brochure photograph
perfect slender blond with nice basket...
CREAM CHEESE LEMON BLUEBERRY POUND CAKE RECIPE
monstrous and damaging statement made by hypocrite
NSFW (WARNING: BLOG CONTAINS GRAPHIC HOMOSEXUAL POSTS. IF YOU ARE A BIGOT, PLEASE LEAVE AT ONCE)
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