oh there’s something about a man in black, makes me wanna buy a cadillac, throw the top down and drive down to jackson town.
—johnny&june. heidi newfield.
Come away with me in the night. Come away with me, and I will write you a song.
I love Norah Jones.
(Source: weheartit.com, via and-i-long-to-smell-the-sea)
like johnny and june.
I wanna walk the line ‘til the end of time.
I hate cover letters.
They tend to end up sounding over-confident, full of shit, a list of achievements that one may have succeeded or failed at. Something to fill out a list. They’re fake, cold, and don’t address any sort of passion or personality. Someday if I end up starting my program, I’m going to hire people in a fresh way. No cover letters. Maybe we’ll go out for coffee and chat. Maybe I’ll ask them to send a personal letter. Definitely no cover letters.
I loved this weekend
but it made me so sure that I have no desire to live in a city. I need fresh air to breath and wide open spaces. I need night time campfires and slower paces. I need warm, friendly smiles and the smell of hay and manure filling my senses with a sense of ‘yes.’
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this is beautiful. it’s been on repeat.
i remember telling this pretty lady (months ago) how her music touched my soul :) and i still mean every word.
(Source: toridub, via chrisyhurn)
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