47th Street, New York City, 1957. Photo by André Robé.

Minimalist posters » The Fault In Our Stars

kayleyhyde:

Hopeless Wanderer - Mumford & Sons.

So when your hopes are on fire
But you know your desire
Don’t hold a glass over the flame
Don’t let your heart grow cold
I will call you by name
I will share your road
Hold me fast, Hold me fast
Cause I’m a hopeless wanderer.

Christina’s Playlist: Sober - Little Big Town

I love being in love, it’s the best kind of drug. Drunk on the high, leanin’ on your shoulder. Sweet like wine as it gets older. When I die, I don’t wanna go sober.

incrediblemachine:

Just some random Becky Fluke Shots. Enjoy!

wrists:

Where The Streets Have No Name // U2

we’re still building then burning down love,
burning down love.
and when I go there,
I go there with you -
it’s all I can do.

fuckyeahbeatlesmusic:

The Beatles - When I’m Sixty Four

“Back then I wasn’t necessarily looking to be a rock ‘n’ roller. When I wrote When I’m Sixty-Four I thought I was writing a song for Sinatra. There were records other than rock ‘n’ roll that were important to me.” - Paul McCartney

“When I’m Sixty-Four was something Paul wrote in the Cavern days. We just stuck a few more words on it like ‘grandchildren on your knee’ and ‘Vera, Chuck and Dave’. It was just one of those ones that he’d had, that we’ve all got, really; half a song. And this was just one that was quite a hit with us. We used to do them when the amps broke down, just sing it on the piano.” - John Lennon

For his 64th birthday, Paul’s children recorded a special version of this song, and played it for him at his birthday party.

thelostdecree:

Valley of Tomorrow - Needtobreathe

This is the way I wanna go down.
I’m starting over with you.

fuckyeaholdiesmusic:

She’s a Rainbow | The Rolling Stones
Released in 1967

tredecim-stellae:

You know my paper heart, the one I fill with pencil marks. I think I might have gone and inked you in.

“A Face to Call Home” - John Mayer, Born and Raised

heartbeatswideopen:

Well, I know love ain’t always a fairytale, but I tell you baby, it’s just as well. A heart must know the tears for it to recognize the laughter. And my heart keeps laughing most of the time, and you gave me yours, and I gave you mine. That is quite enough for my happy ever after.

Oh, I’d like to think it’s maybe more than smoke and mirrors, baby. To keep myself from feeling oh so small. The girl behind the curtain hides so you can’t see her hurting. And then she’ll turn and watch the curtain fall. Yeah, then she’ll run and make a curtain call.

Jennifer Nettles - Smoke and Mirrors

@ddlovato: no makeup! goodnight xox