I was born with music inside me. Music was one of my parts. Like my ribs, my kidneys, my liver, my heart. Like my blood. It was a force already within me when I arrived on the scene. It was a necessity for me-like food or water.
Ray Charles

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#Valentinoforever

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We are the reckless,

We are the wild youth

Chasing visions of our futures

One day we’ll reveal the truth

That one will die before he gets there.

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…I could walk through my garden forever.

—― Alfred Tennyson

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer. ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

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I never change, I simply become more myself.

—― Joyce Carol Oates, Solstice

Fatboy Slim @ brighton Beach…


Really wish I could have been  there!

Why is it every other person you meet says they’re an artist? A real artist doesn’t need to gas on about it, he doesn’t have time. He does his work and sweats it out in silence, and no one can help him at all. ― Paula McLain, The Paris Wife

Why is it every other person you meet says they’re an artist? A real artist doesn’t need to gas on about it, he doesn’t have time. He does his work and sweats it out in silence, and no one can help him at all.

― Paula McLain, The Paris Wife

I’ve got a million different tunes in my heart.

The strangeness of Time. Not in its passing, which can seem infinite, like a tunnel whose end you can’t see, whose beginning you’ve forgotten, but in the sudden realization that something finite, has passed, and is irretrievable. ― Joyce Carol Oates, Foxfire: Confessions of a Girl Gang

The strangeness of Time. Not in its passing, which can seem infinite, like a tunnel whose end you can’t see, whose beginning you’ve forgotten, but in the sudden realization that something finite, has passed, and is irretrievable.
― Joyce Carol Oates, Foxfire: Confessions of a Girl Gang

People see what they wish to see. And in most cases, what they are told that they see.

— Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

I love her. Henry paused at the thought. He didn’t even know what that was, or what it mean, but he felt it, burning in his chest—feeling fuzzy inside. Nothing else seemed to matter. No the somber crowd of camp workers drifting to the barbed-wire gate. Not the machine guns in the towers above. - Jamie Ford

I love her. Henry paused at the thought. He didn’t even know what that was, or what it mean, but he felt it, burning in his chest—feeling fuzzy inside. Nothing else seemed to matter. No the somber crowd of camp workers drifting to the barbed-wire gate. Not the machine guns in the towers above. - Jamie Ford

Such a sexy track

Sometimes I wish we could rub out all of our mistakes and start fresh, from the beginning,’ I said. ‘And sometimes I think there isn’t anything to us but our mistakes.

—― Paula McLain, The Paris Wife

“and now, this is the sweetest and most glorious day that ever my eyes did see.” — Donald Cargill

“and now, this is the sweetest and most glorious day that ever my eyes did see.”

— Donald Cargill

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