January 2010
62 posts
“Cancel on me again;
Oh, cancel on me again.
And it’s not your fault and...”
– Bombay Bicycle Club, Cancel On Me
“I told you to be patient I told you to be...
Oscar Wilde, Desespoir
The seasons send their ruin as they go, For in the spring the narciss shows its head Nor withers till the rose has flamed to red, And in the autumn purple violets blow, And the slim crocus stirs the winter snow; Wherefore yon leafless trees will bloom again And this grey land grow green with summer rain And send up cowslips for some boy to mow. But what of life whose bitter hungry sea Flows at...
Pablo Neruda, If You Forget me
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if little by little...
Love
“So yes, we could kiss. I could kiss you and you could kiss me. There’s no...”
– Anonymous
“All my life I’ve been the slave of...
“Nowadays most people die of a sort of creeping common sense, and discover when...”
– The Potrait of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde
Listen
“I am shallow and I don’t think that’s necessary a bad thing.”
Watch“Take your hands off me, please I don’t belong to you, you see. Take a look in my face, for the last time. I never knew you., you never knew me. Say hello, goodbye.”
“oh, half of my heart’s got a grip on the situation”
– John Mayer, Half of my heart (well, at least the right half of my heart)
3 tags
“Well looking back through time.
You know it’s clear that I’ve been...”
– David Gray, Babylon
A page out of a podophobes diary
Dear diary,
I REALLY FUCKING HATE FEET!
Yours sincerely
R.
“Es tan corto el amor, y tan largo el olvido.
(Love is so short, and forgetting...”
– Pablo Neruda (via tapwaterjackson)
“Some people never go crazy, What truly horrible lives they must live.”
– Charles Bukowski
“Me cansé de ti.”
