“A year ago we stayed up till 3 am talking
And today I don’t know how to even say hey”
— (via walk-you-home)

applies perfectly to my current situation

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murdercycles:

Joseph and Mafaldo Soliin in front of their Indian Motorcycle shop in New Haven CT. 1932.

Jeanne Bryan Insalaco  on facebook

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supruntu:

René Jacques
mugenstyle:

Windowpane

r-e-ality:

BROOKLYN TEEN GANG, THE JOKERS, 1959

I don’t know why i love this so much

(via northerntendencies)

caleyhustle:

It smelled of wood and leather. caleyhustle:

It smelled of wood and leather. caleyhustle:

It smelled of wood and leather. caleyhustle:

It smelled of wood and leather. caleyhustle:

It smelled of wood and leather.

caleyhustle:

It smelled of wood and leather.

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sydwiki:

I’m fairly certain my succulents gossip when I’m not around.

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