mai 11 2012 · 05:43 pm · 31795 notes

potdealer:

Interviewer: Why can’t you be alone without Yoko?John Lennon: But I can be alone without Yoko, but I just have no wish to be. There’s no reason on earth why I should be alone without Yoko. There’s nothing more important than our relationship, nothing. And we dig being together all the time. Both of us could survive apart but what for? I’m not going to sacrifice love, real love for any whore or any friend or any business, because in the end you’re alone at night and neither of us want to be. and you can’t fill a bed with groupies. It doesn’t work. I don’t want to be a swinger. I’ve been through it all and nothing works better than to have someone you love hold you.

Interviewer: Why can’t you be alone without Yoko?

John Lennon: But I can be alone without Yoko, but I just have no wish to be. There’s no reason on earth why I should be alone without Yoko. There’s nothing more important than our relationship, nothing. And we dig being together all the time. Both of us could survive apart but what for? I’m not going to sacrifice love, real love for any whore or any friend or any business, because in the end you’re alone at night and neither of us want to be. and you can’t fill a bed with groupies. It doesn’t work. I don’t want to be a swinger. I’ve been through it all and nothing works better than to have someone you love hold you.

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mai 11 2012 · 05:05 pm · 2185 notes

theoldiebutgoodie:

Steve McQueen & Pontiac Firebird Trans Am.

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mai 11 2012 · 04:59 pm · 4 notes

chicksandbikes:

The Copenhagen Wheel - Teaser (von senseablecitylab)

mai 11 2012 · 04:49 pm · 21055 notes

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avril 06 2012 · 04:40 am · 3 notes

ruyhernan:

toomannywords:

His gallery is full of beauty.

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mai 31 2011 · 02:21 am · 11 notes

MCCOY: Void, star desert. The word conjures up pictures of dunes, oases, mirages. KIRK: Sunlight, palm trees. We’re nine hundred light years from that kind of desert, Bones. SPOCK: The precise meaning of the word desert is a waterless, barren wasteland. I fail to understand your romantic nostalgia for such a place. MCCOY: That doesn’t surprise me, Mister Spock. I can’t imagine a mirage ever disturbing those mathematically perfect brain waves of yours. SPOCK: Thank you, Doctor McCoy

MCCOY: Void, star desert. The word conjures up pictures of dunes, oases, mirages.
KIRK: Sunlight, palm trees. We’re nine hundred light years from that kind of desert, Bones.
SPOCK: The precise meaning of the word desert is a waterless, barren wasteland. I fail to understand your romantic nostalgia for such a place.
MCCOY: That doesn’t surprise me, Mister Spock. I can’t imagine a mirage ever disturbing those mathematically perfect brain waves of yours.
SPOCK: Thank you, Doctor McCoy

(Source : green-blooded, via samuraifrog)