BleuKlein

Squared thoughts.

(Paris.)

dapper-hobbit:

It doesnt say a name, but when you read this a name popped into your head.

(via xachyn)

architizer:

The human brain as a city.

(via xachyn)

I will never see your face again

(Listen)

Summer isn’t over yet.

Fleet Foxes - Icicle Tusk (Listen)

Sister Ray - Se défouler (Listen)

ride |rīd|

verb ( past rode |rōd|; past part. ridden |ˈridn|) [ trans. ]

• sit on and control (a bicycle or motorcycle) for recreation or as a means of transport : he rode a Harley Davidson across the U.S.

• go through or over (an area) on horseback, a bicycle, etc. : ride the full length of the Ridgeway.

• compete in (a race) on horseback or on a bicycle or motorcycle : I rode a good race.

psychovale:

Constantly Talking Isn’t Necessarily Communicating

Summer 2009, Capalbio, Italy

Peter Bjorn and John - Paris 2004 (Listen)

Sunday morning,
On the bed two half-eaten croissants.
Sunday morning,
We’ll soon be out on the boulevards.

Monday morning,
We have to fly back home again.
While I’m sleeping,
You paint a ring on my finger with your black marker-pen.

I’m all about you, you’re all about me,
We’re all about each other.
I’m all about you, you’re all about me,
We’re all about each other.

You don’t have to tell, ‘cause I know so well
What we are all after.
Likewise if uncertainty puts a spell on me,
I have to zoom in on your laughter.

Wednesday morning,
We sleep over and we’re late again.
Let’s skip breakfast,
We need this precious time just to comprehend