THE GYPSY THAT REMAINS

"And the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings" Counting Crows



Lover of Art Nouveau, Bohemian/Gypsy/Vintage style, Fleetwood Mac, Stevie Nicks, Counting Crows, Yacht Rock, Mumford & Sons, Florence + the Machine, Harold and Maude, Harry Potter, Anais Nin, All things 80's,True Blood, HIMYM, nature, yummy food, and books that you can disappear into and come out a changed person.

Lately I’ve been spending a good part of nearly every day thinking about love. Romantic love. The kind of love that involves french kissing and mix tapes and spooning in New York City in the summer when it’s by most people’s standards too disgustingly humid to spoon. The kind of love you wanna bring home to your grandma and say, “Grandma, look at this love! Just look at this LOVE!” Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be…….and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.

—Andrea Gibson (via thinkmewhole)

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“We found an old hotel in downtown L.A. and went inside to shoot in the lobby, but the guy behind the desk wouldn’t let us take photos,” says Henry Diltz. “So we walked outside to shoot in front when I noticed the guy had left the desk and went into the elevator. I told the band to run inside and pose inside the window. I shot one roll of film and we were gone five minutes later.”

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I can get my head turned by a good-looking guy as much as the next girl. But sexy doesn’t impress me. Smart impresses me, strength of character impresses me. But most of all, I am impressed by kindness. Kindness, I think, comes from learning hard lessons well, from falling and picking yourself up. It comes from surviving failure and loss. It implies an understanding of the human condition, forgives its many flaws and quirks. When I see that in someone, it fills me with admiration.

—Lisa Unger (via thatkindofwoman)

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