February 2012
why are u with ur bf again?
so it has come to this
The xx - Open Eyes (Demo)
When I lost faith, I found love.
Tonight, I could lose the fight.
But you by my side, everything will be alright.
Open Eyes (Demo) - The XX
Act 1, Scene 5
ROMEO
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
JULIET Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
ROMEO
O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray — grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
JULIET
Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.
ROMEO
Then move not, while my prayer’s effect I take.
[Kisses her.]
Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.
JULIET
Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
ROMEO
Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again.
“Never ruin an apology with an excuse.”
—Benjamin Franklin (via only-the-unloved-hate)
Death Cab For Cutie - Crooked Teeth
you can’t find nothing at all,
If there was nothing there all along.
I’m a war, of head versus heart,
And it’s always this way.
Crooked Teeth - Death Cab for Cutie
“I don’t trust the truth of memories
because what leaves us
departs forever
There’s only one current of this sacred river
but I still want to remain faithful
to my first astonishments
to recognize as wisdom the child’s wonder
and to carry in myself until the end of the path
in the woods of my childhood
dappled with patches of sunlight
to search for it everywhere
in museums in the shade of churches
this path on which I ran unaware …” —Anna Kamieńska, from “A Path in the Woods”, first poem in Astonishments, translated by G. Drabik and D. Curzon (via growing-orbits)
because what leaves us
departs forever
There’s only one current of this sacred river
but I still want to remain faithful
to my first astonishments
to recognize as wisdom the child’s wonder
and to carry in myself until the end of the path
in the woods of my childhood
dappled with patches of sunlight
to search for it everywhere
in museums in the shade of churches
this path on which I ran unaware …” —Anna Kamieńska, from “A Path in the Woods”, first poem in Astonishments, translated by G. Drabik and D. Curzon (via growing-orbits)
I Still Remember
Bloc Party
And our love could have soared, over playgrounds and rooftops.
Every park bench screams your name,
I kept your tie; I’d have gone, wherever you wanted…
Bloc Party - I Still Remember
Cath, it seems that you live someone else's dream
“I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life. This ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our most melancholy propensities; for is there anything more stupid than to be eager to go on carrying a burden which one would gladly throw away, to loathe one’s very being and yet to hold fast, to fondle the snake that devours us until it has eaten our hearts away?”
— Voltaire (via slekes)
“It’s a funny thing coming home. Nothing changes. Everything looks the same, feels the same, even smells the same. You realize what’s changed is you.”
—F. Scott Fitzgerald (via sucre)
Fast As You Can
Fiona Apple
I’ll be your girl, if you say it’s a gift
And you give me some more of your drugs
Yeah, I’ll be your pet, if you just tell me it’s a gift
‘Cause I’m tired of whys, choking on whys
Fast As You Can - Fiona Apple
You wreck and then you run
I tear at the sutures keeping me together
I didn’t ask anybody to repair my broken ribs
I want the fresh blood waterfall out my chest
This is what love does to me:
It stains the outside with my inside.
“
Her hand touched me at the wrist.
“If I gave you my life, you would drop it. Wouldn’t you?”
I didn’t say anything.
” —The English Patient, Michael Ondaatje (via clavicola)A year ago,
I held a blood-soaked patch on my hip.
Just so I could blossom so beautifully,
I bit back the pain.
I liked to believe I was brave.
See my scar, I survived you.
But now, I unearth
a different kind of bravery
when I explore the terrains
of your anatomy.
I am no topographer,
the cracks in your hands are too deep.
I could drown in the words you say.
Your spidery veins may prove
poisonous to my gossamer skin.
Instead, envelop me in the tides of your sea.
Let me was ashore, bathed in your love.
“to be completely alive every moment
in spite of the inevitable.
we can’t cheat death but we can make it
work so hard
that when it does take
us
it will have known a victory just as
perfect as
ours.” —Charles Bukowski - The Night Torn Mad With Footsteps (via henrycharlesbukowski)
in spite of the inevitable.
we can’t cheat death but we can make it
work so hard
that when it does take
us
it will have known a victory just as
perfect as
ours.” —Charles Bukowski - The Night Torn Mad With Footsteps (via henrycharlesbukowski)
