Nobody knows. Not even me.
(Source: nobodyknowsnobodycares, via deepestofdreams)
Design tents made in England.
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Take my garbage throw it in the ocean
Suck a man off throw in the ocean
No the moon is no fire in the sea
no object like that could speak to me
Who will love me oh like the ocean does
Who will love me oh like the ocean does
We are so much like each other
We don’t see the need for each other
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Supreme x Nike SB Tennis Classic.
It will, always and forever my love.
(Source: meetyouatourplace, via deepestofdreams)
Car roof box or boat?
Lost in the heat of it all.
(Source: aloneiprayforcalmerseas, via deepestofdreams)
That’s how you cool your wine, by penetrating it’s heart.
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«And now we know.» What do we think of the new Marvel?
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People just (think they) want the mental fuck experience.
(Source: brain-d-a-m-a-g-e, via deepestofdreams)
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Bitch, Don’t Kill My Vibe.
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Now you’re lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl you know you’re lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
Miami, Amsterdam
Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India
Lost on a train, lost
What music does to you, summed up in a single pic.
There’s something dark, avant-garde about Rick Owens’ place in Paris, and I like it.
Sometimes a lie is the most beautiful you’ve got.
(Source: one-step-from-paradisee, via deepestofdreams)
If you’ve lost your faith in love and music the end won’t be long.
