Suitcases Piled on the Sidewalk



Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life. -Jack Kerouac

on the pursuit of beauty in ordinary things
i find inspiration for my life and art-
reasons to pile my battered suitcases along many
new roads

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nuuro:

Kneeling Man Embracing a Standing Woman, Gustav Vigeland

nuuro:

Kneeling Man Embracing a Standing Woman, Gustav Vigeland

(via blue-voids)

Strings.

mister-selfdestruct:

Some notes echo
resounding forever
like when you sat naked
on the lounge room floor
playing your lonely violin
with your back to me
I couldn’t see the tears
but I knew they were
silent, I watched
the curve in your spine
your shoulder blades
arcing for your bow
and music would never
sound the same.

kingdank420:

this is the swaggiest motherfucker i have ever seen he absorbs other people’s lack of swag and then photosynthesizes it into swag that we can breathe and be reinvigorated by i cant handle it

kingdank420:

this is the swaggiest motherfucker i have ever seen he absorbs other people’s lack of swag and then photosynthesizes it into swag that we can breathe and be reinvigorated by i cant handle it

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