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toxicwaltz:

Today I heard someone say that the bass guitar is completely unnecessary.

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(via the-renegade-of-funk)

strange-gahandm-lover56:

It’s a Competitive World…
Everything Counts in large Amounts.
*Sanremo 1989
weissesrauschen:

Pencil Drawing of Young Glenn Gould by yuzu1009
I notice that Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.
by Friedrich Nietzsche (via happy-absturz)

(Source: iamcharliesangel, via bluemindpurplethoughts)

are children small, or just far away?

(Source: mydogsnokes, via axlpetal)

trylika:

Kiekvienas žodis. Mano ruduo. Nuostabus ruduo. Vienas iš pačių geriausių, pilnų visko, rudenių. Kai aplink tiek žmonių, tiek jausmų, tiek rankomis nepaliečiamų dovanų, tiek išprotėjimo, ir po visko man liko tik - kaštonai visų mano trijų rudeninių paltų kišenėse. (eilėraštis Gintaro Grajausko)
citrinmedis:

nothing new under the sun
A. Mamontovas
sanahgohar:

This is what I love about Winter. You wake up in the middle of the night, maybe just to pee or get water or something, look out the window and see this. It’s so beautiful. And it’s silent; you have no idea that it’s happening until you just look. It almost seems fake. And it makes your bed seem way more comfortable, for whatever reason.