February 2012
this week has been pretty awful. next week will be better. right?
sleep.
That Kind Of Woman: Long stretches, messy hair we... →
thatkindofwoman:
Long stretches, messy hair we had each other. Just that worn frayed carpet between our bodies and the cold wood floors. Just those two worn quilts, the record player and the slight scratching noise. Petal soft skin that my fingers can feel, then rough. Maybe if you and I lay here long enough we could speak without words. Maybe my deep glances will tell you how I feel. Or...
i laughed.
france: ten
france: twenty
france: thirty
france: forty
france: fifty
france: sixty
france:
france:
france: sixty ten
world: france what are you do—
france: four twenties
world: france stop it
france: four twenties ten
world: france that doesn't even make any sense
france:
france:
france:
world:
france:
world:
france: hundred.
mossimo's peepshow - sexism at its finest. go vote... →
chris brown, you're a terrible human. →
beksarkoezymusic:
samson | originally by regina...
“In the wave-strike over unquiet stones
the brightness bursts and bears the rose...”
– pablo neruda.
Watchflightofthecrow:
‘My Heart’s On Fire’ by Passenger (featuring Stu Larsen)
Tram Sessions
Melbourne • 16 January 2012
http://www.tramsessions.com/
“We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while...”
– Pablo Neruda
“It’s the tragedy of loving, you can’t love anything more than something you...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via 24ribs)
i ain’t livin in the dark no more, it’s not a promise, i’m just gonna call it.
January 2012
four hours sleep last night. new students tomorrow.
= sleep now at 7:30pm. oh, apartment building with your many inhabitants, please be quiet-ish for me tonight.
may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living whatever they sing is better than to know and if men should not hear them men are old may my mind stroll about hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple and even if it’s sunday may i be wrong for whenever men are right they are not young and may myself do nothing usefully and love yourself so more...
Watchbenjaminandhisblog:
i went on a holiday with my family last week. here’s the video i made about the trip.
i went too! ben made this video and he is so clever :)
pretty over the super loud dance music being blasted out of the adjacent apartment for the last 3 hours.
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in hurried minutes i am caught up in searching for words that get lost at the back of my throat, but more and more i am forgetting about the words that i can’t find in black and white or under my eyelids. there are weeks inside days, months inside evenings. my heart hangs from the ceiling like a dusty chandelier that flickers and fades and flickers and fades . i’m distracted by the...