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“The music is played with the heart and is felt with the soul”
This is a picture of a brazilian kid who was part of the “cultural group of reggae”, playing his instrument in the funeral of his mentor who saved him from an environment of poverty and crime. He was rescued from the street.
can’t not reblog.
I wish I wrote the way I thought
Obsessively
Incessantly
With maddening hunger
I’d write to the point of suffocation
I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing
And I’d write about you
a lot more
than I should.
Obsessively
Incessantly
With maddening hunger
I’d write to the point of suffocation
I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing
And I’d write about you
a lot more
than I should.
Benedict Smith / “I Wish I Wrote The Way I Thought” (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
Omg the nostalgia smacking me in the face right now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
lmaooooo this nigga prince is a Real Nigga Jesus
Prince is the GOAT
Prince is perfection lmfao.
Love him hahaha
