February 2012
Splinter Fragments: Perhaps the most beautiful... →
breathofawhisper:
Perhaps the most beautiful things must come from pain. Tragedy has a terrible wonder all its own. Genius is tortured, romantics tantalized by that which they know is impossible yet for which they yearn. The capacity for hope is interwoven with the capacity to desire. It is the most purely human of…
angus and julia stone: santa monicq dream.
this...
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I had this dream last night where Justin Vernon and I met at a poetry slam. I then asked for his picture. I remember him saying that he liked himself better when he wore his hat, so we took two. It got really weird after because he ended up at my house and we painted pictures of abstract landscapes all in the color blue. We talked about the pain and joy we’d seen in life, and it was just...
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i could use some cheering up. messages are welcome.
i have never been so sad.
“You are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing.”
– E.E. Cummings (via alexandremcqueen)
lighthome:
I’m so tired of this place, and I...
advice for the day.
be friends first.
A word that does not exist in the English...
Ya’aburnee Arabic – Both morbid and beautiful at once, this incantatory word means “You bury me,” a declaration of one’s hope that they’ll die before another person because of how difficult it would be to live without them.
so many foreign roads: humansareprudes: I never... →
humansareprudes:
I never asked for burning red cheeks, yet burning red cheeks is what I got. I never asked for misplaced and untimely grins, shaking hands or nervous stutters, yet that is what I had. I never asked for my mind to float away from me to you and I never asked for late nights…
