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"Sometimes when you meet someone, there’s a click. I don’t believe in love at first sight but I believe in that click."

— Ann Aguirre, Blue Diablo (via rihonno)

(Source: simply-quotes, via giraffelaughs)

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jhnmyr:

A week out is too close not to share part of my new song with you.

Single hits iTunes next Tuesday… 

Enjoy (partially)

JM

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tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #436 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text for Tired Eyes:
There’s something special about hands.I don’t know what or why or even where it comes frombut I could sit, stareand watch hands moveand make and soothand create and tieand wash and dryand manufacture magicout of the pure nothingness the air provides themwhen they illustrate the wordsthat float from your lips.There are stories, so many stories,in the wrinkles of palms and the tiny smileswhere your thumb’s knuckle decides to bend.What will these hands say, when roughed andscarred and wrinkled and slowly clenched closed?What, when our bodies pull our fingers to aquiet fist in a final act of defiance againstthe aging we are fighting, will those storiesbe? These hands will be cut and burned andblackened with ash as we sift through what weset fire to.We are the remains when the excuses have beenburned down and the colors of life will hideunder our fingernails. We are these handstough but gentle and strong but soft. We, likethey were made for building and holdingpainting and writing and drawing inkless arton the canvas of bare skin. Listen to thewords my hands say as they trace the lines ofyours, hear the whispers as they cartwheel downyour back. These hands tell stories and I’llspend my life wondering what your hands tell myhands when your fingers find my fingersand wrap tightly around.

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #436 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Text for Tired Eyes:

There’s something special about hands.
I don’t know what or why or even where it comes from
but I could sit, stare
and watch hands move
and make and sooth
and create and tie
and wash and dry
and manufacture magic
out of the pure nothingness the air provides them
when they illustrate the words
that float from your lips.
There are stories, so many stories,
in the wrinkles of palms and the tiny smiles
where your thumb’s knuckle decides to bend.
What will these hands say, when roughed and
scarred and wrinkled and slowly clenched closed?
What, when our bodies pull our fingers to a
quiet fist in a final act of defiance against
the aging we are fighting, will those stories
be? These hands will be cut and burned and
blackened with ash as we sift through what we
set fire to.
We are the remains when the excuses have been
burned down and the colors of life will hide
under our fingernails. We are these hands
tough but gentle and strong but soft. We, like
they were made for building and holding
painting and writing and drawing inkless art
on the canvas of bare skin. Listen to the
words my hands say as they trace the lines of
yours, hear the whispers as they cartwheel down
your back. These hands tell stories and I’ll
spend my life wondering what your hands tell my
hands when your fingers find my fingers
and wrap tightly around.

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Paper Doll

jhnmyr:

New single… Coming soon. Couple of weeks soon.

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“Wheel” | John Mayer

“Wheel” | John Mayer

(Source: keytrends, via johnmayerpicspam)

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"Introverts, in contrast, may have strong social skills and enjoy parties and business meetings, but after a while wish they were home in their pajamas. They prefer to devote their social energies to close friends, colleagues, and family. They listen more than they talk, think before they speak, and often feel as if they express themselves better in writing than in conversation. They tend to dislike conflict. Many have a horror of small talk, but enjoy deep discussions."

— Susan Cain, The Power of Introverts (via sapereaude789)

(Source: blackintrovertedandqueer)

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scorpiomystique:

…Scorpios know when you are lying, just as they know what’s been left unsaid.

scorpiomystique:

…Scorpios know when you are lying, just as they know what’s been left unsaid.

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jhnmyr:

I hope I take as much from life when I’m 50 as Jodie Foster seems to have. If you thought her speech was confusing at first (as did I) that’s because we’re not used to hearing people - interesting, free thinking people - speak in the rhythm of their own inner metronome. That was inspiring.

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