zenofawesome:

America - Simon & Garfunkel

From the gentle nape of your neck to the bountiful hills of your breasts and the sensual softness of your lips is all I dream about. I’m in constant and sweet reverie. I’m looking at the world with rose-colored glasses and kaleidoscopic eyes, and all the beauty that surrounds me always reminds me of you. I never knew it was possible but you have hijacked my mind and occupied my heart for good. The love in your smile gives meaning to my life and inspiration for my soul. May you forever be in my dreams and soon in my arms.

“Let us be lovers, we’ll marry our fortunes together.”

what. what. ignore all that above and just listen to the damn song.

“Kathy, I’m lost,” I said, though I knew she was sleeping. I’m empty and aching and I don’t know why.

amyandronicus:

Although I hail from the great state of New Jersey, I never listened to Bruce Springsteen growing up. The only music my parents played was Classical and when I was a teenager, I never turned the radio dial too far away from the contemporary rock station or WFMU. To me, New Jersey was a referent…

“We all have the right to life and to liberty, but not to happiness—only to its pursuit, and to want something enormous, any sort of an ideal and that you can never really have, is really what it means to be American.”

this. this. THIS.

“It is all so much simpler than you think… We give all we have, lives, property, safety, skills … we fight, we die, for a simple thing. Only that a man can stand up.”

I still fucking love this book.