March 2010
“Vous êtes belles, mais vous êtes vides…. on ne peut pas mourir pour vous.
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– The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint Exupéry (via sore-thumbelina)
milktrees:
i can’t love anything any more.
“Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall...”
– Richard Siken (astroblemes: poetbabble) (via mkarmstr) (via aerialcircus) (via leprintemps)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands by...
somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose or if your...
It Is Not So Much That I Miss You by Dorothea...
It is not so much that I miss you as the remembering which I suppose is a form of missing except more positive, like the time of the blackout when fear was my first response followed by love of the dark.
The Two Times I Loved You the Most in A Car by...
It was your idea to park and watch the elephants swaying among the trees like royalty at that make-believe safari near Laguna. I didn’t know anything that big could be so quiet. And once, you stopped on a dark desert road, to show me the stars climbing over each other riotously like insects; like an orchestra thrashing its way through time itself. I never saw light that way again.
“I don’t mean to close the door
But for the record my heart is sore
You blew...”
– Cocorosie (via youarebonbon)
“The cure for anything is salt water, sweat, tears, or the sea.”
– Isak Dinesen (via virginiawoolf) (via orientaltiger) (via somesecretstories) (via rememo)
“French women have to be married, so they can have affairs.”
– My dad [on Anna Karina’s character in A Woman is a Woman] (via yehyehgrace)
“It was the laughter, the carefree laughter, the three-dimensional Coca-Cola...”
– Elliot Perlman, “Seven Types of Ambiguity” (via ninitav) (via sarahwindy)
bunnymitford:
Joanna Newsom - Jackrabbits
I...
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“Jag fanns inte, jag fanns, jag finns inte längre, jag bryr mig inte.”
– I wasn’t, I was, I no longer exist, I do not care. (Non fui, fui, non sum, non curo) (via serpentskirt) (via milktrees)
