Larissa skyj. Art student in Philly.

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foreverneilyoung:

Neil Young and Graham Nash, 1974
Photo by Neal Preston

foreverneilyoung:

Neil Young and Graham Nash, 1974

Photo by Neal Preston

awesomepeoplehangingouttogether:

Peter Sellers and Stanley Kubrick

awesomepeoplehangingouttogether:

Peter Sellers and Stanley Kubrick

redsnappergroupie:

Why do people think it’s okay to body-police? How does someone else’s appearance affect your life in any way whatsoever?

You’d think tumblr would be one place where that kind of crap didn’t exist, that people would know better, but alas, I have been proven wrong unfortunately.

People do not exist merely to be aesthetically pleasing to you, nor to fit your bullshit subjective opinion of ‘beauty’, ‘normal’ or ‘healthy’. Learn the meaning of autonomy, assholes. 

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To hold our tongues when everyone is gossiping, to smile without hostility at people and institutions, to compensate for the shortage of love in the world with more love in small, private matters; to be more faithful in our work, to show greater patience, to forgo the cheap revenge obtainable from mockery and criticism: all these are things we can do.

—Hermann Hesse (via yasodhara)

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For you, a thousand times over.

—Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner (via yasodhara)

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youngradiolarians:

After The Gold Rush | Neil Young

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purepopfornowpeople:

One of These Days - Neil Young

One of these days,
I’m gonna sit down
and write a long letter
To all the good friends I’ve known
And I’m gonna try
And thank them all
for the good times together.
Though so apart we’ve grown.

One of these days,
I’m gonna sit down
and write a long letter
To all the good friends I’ve known
One of these days,
one of these days,
one of these days,
And it won’t be long, it won’t be long.

And I’m gonna thank,
That old country fiddler
And all those rough boys
Who play that rock ‘n’ roll
I never tried to burn any bridges
Though I know I let some good things go.

One of these days,
I’m gonna sit down
and write a long letter
To all the good friends I’ve known
One of these days,
one of these days,
one of these days,
And it won’t be long, it won’t be long.

From down in L.A.
All the way to Nashville,
From New York City
To my Canadian prairie home
My friends are scattered
Like leaves from an old maple.
Some are weak, some are strong.

One of these days,
I’m gonna sit down
and write a long letter
To all the good friends I’ve known
One of these days,
one of these days,
one of these days,
And it won’t be long, it won’t be long.

One of these days,
one of these days,
one of these days,
And it won’t be long, it won’t be long.

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I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

—Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis  (via yasodhara)

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