Regn over hjertet

“Who the hell is gonna believe me, when i dont believe in myself”

— Kurt Nilsen - Rise to the occasion

2:31 pm | January 26 2013 | 3 notes

One day baby

10:27 am | January 25 2013 | 1 note

I am the left brain. I am a scientist. A mathematician. I love the familiar. I categorize. I am accurate. Linear. Analytical. Strategic. I am practical. Always in control. A master of words and language. Realistic. I calculate questions and play with numbers. I am order. I am logic. I know exactly who I am.

I am the right brain. I am creativity. A free spirit. I am passion. Yearning. Sensuality. I am the sound of roaring laughter. I am taste. The feeling of sand beneath bare feet. I am movement. Vivid colors. I am the urge to paint on an empty canvas. I am boundless imagination. Art. Poetry. I sense. I feel. I am everything I wanted to be.

(Source: izmia, via duerrre)

8:51 am | January 20 2013 | 176,382 notes

Love this cover of one of my favorite songs from my childhood.

11:14 am | January 16 2013 | 1 note

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chasexjackson:

THE GOLDEN RULE OF TUMBLR

my god, we’re all Ross.

Excuse you.

Excuse you

So in conclusion, we are all the men of Friends, combined.

Not just the men.

Phoebe is basically a walking night blogger when she’s got a guitar. Admit it.

In conclusion, we are the show Friends.