Veni, vidi, vici.

Germany - INFJ
German / Scottish

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Sometimes a wild god comes to the table. He is awkward and does not know the ways of porcelain, of fork and mustard and silver. His voice turns wine into vinegar and death to life in return.

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(Quelle: thefashionisto.com)




Song: Love Songs Drug Songs
Artist: X Ambassadors



MY EYES ARE UP HERE, SWEETHEART.
{A mix for when Kavinsky drives Ronan out of Henrietta, past the painted sign and off the road.}

Ronan’s palms sweated. He watched Kavinsky change gears as he snaked along the back roads. Every time he shifted into the fourth gear, he missed the sweet spot. Couldn’t he feel the car hanging when he did? "My eyes are up here, sweetheart," Kavinsky said.

MY EYES ARE UP HERE, SWEETHEART.

{A mix for when Kavinsky drives Ronan out of Henrietta, past the painted sign and off the road.}

Ronan’s palms sweated. He watched Kavinsky change gears as he snaked along the back roads. Every time he shifted into the fourth gear, he missed the sweet spot. Couldn’t he feel the car hanging when he did? "My eyes are up here, sweetheart," Kavinsky said.




Would you stop if you knew you were destroying the world?
God, that would be awesome

Would you stop if you knew you were destroying the world?

God, that would be awesome





"Once upon a time there was a crooked tree and a straight tree. And they grew next to each other. And every day the straight tree would look at the crooked tree and he would say, “You’re crooked. You’ve always been crooked and you’ll continue to be crooked. But look at me! Look at me!” said the straight tree. He said, “I’m tall and I’m straight.” And then one day the lumberjacks came into the forest and looked around, and the manager in charge said, “Cut all the straight trees.” And that crooked tree is still there to this day, growing strong and growing strange." — Kneller




Song: Lose My Mind
Artist: Pacific Air


(Quelle: kingdomy)





"You know that particular feeling, when you’re in a room full of people and the person you love is in front of you. He or she knows all your secrets(the bad and the good),they know what you’re like when you’re mad, they know how to calm you down, they know your password on your social accounts, they know what you’re doing at three in the morning, they know how badly you’ve been treated by your exes, they happen to know your shoe size, he’s buddy-buddy with your dad, your mom forces you to bring her to dinner often, you know what’s their weak spot, and it just comes to a point you know the exact tone of their laugh. It’s the ultimate sensation that every human being must feel. It’s like you’re five once again, and it’s Christmas morning, and you’re wrapping presents under the heavily decorated pine tree. But then, in the present, everyone is talking about sex, drugs, bad reality tv shows and the universe. Cheap beer, cigarettes, music that makes your heart beat thump at the exact time of the pulse of the songs. The person beside you is crazy drunk and has been drunk calling what you presume is his ex, claiming that he wants her back and he’ll change. Then you focus on your lover’s lips while she’s explaining how constellations are made to the person beside her. You stare at her, just plain staring, and cheesy as it fucking sounds, you feel time actually stopping. She’s an angel and she’s all yours. These are the moments you live for." — a.s., bring me back to the days when love was raw and real 



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