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mypinkhairisboringme:

View from the top - Nine Mile Hill by dv over dt - catch up time! on Flickr.

(via new-mexico)

Sometimes we were a fire burning out of control, sometimes we were nothing but a candle glow. But it never died, baby, how I know there’s a keeper for every flame.

Nothing produces silence like experience.

— Flannery O’Connor (via colorfulacoustic)

cascade-dreams:

it was in the darkest of my days
when you took my sorrow and you took my pain
and buried them away, you buried them away

(via stshannover)

(Source: fuckyeahcountrystars)

(Source: xmegannx32)

This one’s my favorite one,
This one you can’t have.
I got it from my dad,
You say, I got it from my dad.

kvetchlandia:

Peter Stackpole     Peruvian Vocalist Yma Sumac     1950

Now I know I said and done a lot of things, that I hurt you, but I promise, I’ll never do that again. I only want to take care of you. I will not leave you like that dutch boy with your finger in the dam.