December 2011
53 posts
“Ask me a question”
– http://ask.fm/Likoee
“He drew forth a phrase from his treasure and spoke it softly to himself:
...”
– James Joyce, “A Portrait of the Artist As a Young Man”
...
Pero tienes ahí más de un retrato. Cédele a tu vida una máscara hecha con los jirones de tu propia piel; que sólo sepan pronunciar lo magnífico que es ser uno mismo…y en ese instante, en ese ligero instante, calla.
raindrops on the passenger side window.
thedustdancestoo:
tears.
veins, bleeding.
tiny drops of stars
catching bits of lost light
as they meet, swallow
each other,
and then separate,
streaking
across the glass
before disappearing
into the night.
bodasdesangre:
I’ve caught the hue of infant leaves on my lips. A kiss I accepted willingly, without the bitter aftertaste, left by Summer’s end.
bodasdesangre:
I suppose, I can try to find the eyes of beauty etched in rain chatter, and all of the other trivial shit of duplicitous breezes that come with loneliness, but my glasses are broke, and I can’t seem to find the fuck I care to give.
12/24/11
madraniafternoons:
I don’t wanna say as they say,
speak as they speak,
think as they think,
but I do-
my darling, I do.
I am born a blinded human
when I look at the life in you. ...
“If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it had better not come...”
– John Keats
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“Every reader, as he reads, is actually the reader of himself. The writer’s work...”
– Marcel Proust (via bodasdesangre)
Smiles and Stares
warpaint-tears:
Corners curled up to melt hearts. Smiles can break down walls. To show someone, so visibly, That right then and there It is for them you care Will always leave an impression. Stopping hearts dead in their tracks. There is no defense. Disintegrating stone; crashing walls. Eyes can break down even The strongest of defenses. Like a scalpel opening souls; A silent way of informing...
“Pour one thousand drinks and a dream…”
– DeVotchka, “This Place is Haunted”
