Bangarang!

archive    theme
©
...The smell of someone who has ridden the back of the wind, Peter. The smell of a hundred fun summers, with sleeping in trees and adventures with Indians and Pirates. Oh remember, Peter? The world was ours. We could do everything or nothing. All it had to be was anything 'cause it was always us.

  Everything about Love, Page 01 ; Dayne Flores (via these)

(via nakedly)


jeffbuckleyforever:
“20 years without you Jeff Buckley
November 17, 1966 – May 29, 1997
”
imyourcherrybomb:
“‘lost in translation’ ,2003
bob: i don’t want to leave.
charlotte: so don’t. stay here with me. we’ll start a jazz band
”