High End Hippie
Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.


unknown  (via thewastedgeneration)

this one’s about you

(via lulnope)

Does anyone actually know what you have to do when people are singing happy birthday to you.


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Empire State Reflections | New York (by Tony Jones)

everything personal♡