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12 November 09

Reblogged: spyglasstree

9 November 09
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8 November 09

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Posted: 12:01 PM
spyglasstree:


rightmistakes:

fuckyeahmovieposters:
(500) Days of Summer
also will not stop reblogging this movie. :)

spyglasstree:

rightmistakes:

fuckyeahmovieposters:

(500) Days of Summer
also will not stop reblogging this movie. :)

Reblogged: spyglasstree

Posted: 11:58 AM
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tuneage:

Hall and Oates - “You Make My Dreams

Continuing Tuneage’s theme of ‘older music’ this week, I chose this song partially because it’s awesome, and partially because it just so happens to be on the 500 Days Of Summer soundtrack. Mixing old and new… gotta love it.

This track is originally off Hall and Oates’ 1980 release, Voices, which was apparently written, produced and arranged in one month. I really love that it fades out at the end rather than just stopping. This track offers the perfect amount of peppyness to bring you back to the 80s for a solid three minutes. Enjoy!

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Posted: 11:57 AM
randomtuesdays:


zooeydeschanel:
500 days of summer cartoon

randomtuesdays:

zooeydeschanel:

500 days of summer cartoon

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Posted: 11:56 AM
Just because she likes the same bizzaro crap you do doesn’t mean she’s your soul mate.
— (500) Days of Summer (via brandihasthehart)

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Posted: 11:51 AM
fuckyeahtattoos:

geisha

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25 September 09

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21 September 09
You see two people and you think they belong together, but nothing happens. The thought of losing so much control over personal happiness is unbearable. You love someone, you open yourself up to suffering, and that’s the sad truth. Maybe they’ll break your heart, maybe you’ll break their heart and never be able to look at yourself in the same way. Those are the risks. That’s the burden. Like wings, they have weight, we feel that weight on our backs, but they are a burden that lifts us. Burdens that allow us to fly.
— Bones (via creampuff)

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16 September 09
The saddest kind of sad is the sad that tries not to be sad. You know, when Sad tries to bite its lip and not cry and smile and go, “No, I’m happy for you”? That’s when it’s really sad.
— John Mayer (via creampuff) (via spyglasstree)

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15 September 09

Reblogged: spyglasstree

Posted: 6:21 AM
fuckyeahtattoos:

My first tattoo. I got it a few days after my 27th birthday.

fuckyeahtattoos:

My first tattoo. I got it a few days after my 27th birthday.

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14 September 09
And it came to me then. That we were wonderful traveling companions but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal in their own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars, but in reality they’re nothing more than prisons, where each of us is locked up alone, going nowhere. When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we’d be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing.
— Haruki Murakami (via loveyourchaos) (via spyglasstree)

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Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh