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"Coming soon: The Children’s Band of Baille Tourible! Grand Ambassador Régine Chassagne of ‎Arcade Fire‬ recently had saxophones, trumpets, clarinets, and more board a YUL-PAP flight! They will be given to the children of Baille Tourible for a Kanpe music education summer program and to form a ‪‎band‬!"


- Kanpe.org (via hypocrite-reader)
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lameborghini:

my throne

lameborghini:

my throne

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knightscrest:

damn, i just got SERVED. by my waitress. this restaurant is excellent.

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Midtown intersection, NYC.
Watching the pace and flow of New York City from above is amazing. The constant stream of yellow taxis lining the avenues, the waves of pedestrians hurriedly crossing with the change of traffic signals, little figures disappearing into and emerging from the subway stations, the chorus of honking horns and sirens. It’s all so rhythmic and strangely soothing to watch.
Navid Baraty

Midtown intersection, NYC.

Watching the pace and flow of New York City from above is amazing. The constant stream of yellow taxis lining the avenues, the waves of pedestrians hurriedly crossing with the change of traffic signals, little figures disappearing into and emerging from the subway stations, the chorus of honking horns and sirens. It’s all so rhythmic and strangely soothing to watch.

Navid Baraty

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"It’s never too late to start over. If you weren’t happy with yesterday try something different today. Don’t stay stuck."


- Alex Elle (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
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"

When I told him I didn’t want to be here anymore
He held out his palm
And weaved my fingers through his lifelines
And told me to follow his veins like a map

I found my shaking hand
Hovering over his heart
And he pressed my palm to his chest
Until I could feel his pulse inside me

With every breath I inhaled him
Peppermint and aftershave
The smell of wind still lingering
Like a fog encompassing us both

He didn’t say anything
But I heard it—
His faltering breath
And the strength in his arms as he held me close

In his steady heartbeat
Pounding against my lungs
I heard him say
“I don’t want you to go”

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