I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, More Than Just A House (via fitzgeraldquotes)

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majestictunes:

giving up the gun || vampire weekend

your swords grown old and rusty
burnt beneath the rising sun
it’s locked up like a trophy
foretting all the things it’s done

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gnostic-forest:

Imagine owning your own little apartment like this. 

gnostic-forest:

Imagine owning your own little apartment like this. 

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karenhurley:

Globe typography Shop

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oldtimefriend:

petrichor - keaton henson

pet·ri·chor: a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather

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