just trying to find these little things in this life and the next one, those small irrationalities, or misplaced and mispelled catch phrases, tiny indsicretions that had you running and falling on that day to day
If you have to ask what jazz is, you’ll never know. Louis Armstrong (via flameinthebloodstream)
That’s what I’m talking about Louis.
We look up at the same stars, and see such different things. George R. R. Martin, A Storm of Swords (via larmoyante)
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