
(Source: suupreme, via nothinginmyway)

You’re not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis. You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
- Tyler Durden
(Source: ye-west, via skate-high)

Rupert Gosling of Eton College Film Unit is determined to get full coverage of the annual College Steeplechase whilst riding on the pillion of a motorcycle at the start of the race, 12th October 1965.
So cold. I’m cold.
Your colors turn a darker blue
See golden spring wash through and through
Til there’s nothing left for you.
Don’t take my hand to dance again
Don’t turn to me and say,
Today might feel shitty now
But tomorrow’s starts another day.
‘Cause baby this just makes it hard
To find another out there
I know it’s hard to let me go
But our differences add up here.
Step away from talk of starry skies
Step away and look real hard.
The sky’s not what she was to us.
My dreams have fallen far far far.
So let me go
Let me fall
To the bottom of the ravine
My dreams are lying broken there
Yet a future waits for me.