January 2012
3 posts
December 2011
10 posts
“But love is always new. Regardless of whether we love once, twice, or a dozen...”
– Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept (via arreter)
“Esos besos tan intensos me hicieron perder la memoria. Ahora no sé quien soy, lo...”
– Alejandro Jodorowsky (via painteduplike-trash)
Restless in my own body
“Don’t allow your wounds to transform you into someone you are not.”
– Paulo Coelho (via adrianawiard)
November 2011
3 posts
October 2011
14 posts
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“I don’t want to live. Now listen, life is lovely, but I can’t live it. I can’t...”
– Anne Sexton, letter to herself (via depressionparty)
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If I fall, can you let me down easy?
If I leave my heart with you tonight, can you promise me that you’re gonna treat it right?
7 tags
September 2011
9 posts
8 tags
6 tags
5 tags
August 2011
8 posts
1 tag
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Under your skin the moon is alive: Today I thought... →
clavicola:
Today I thought of nothing but time. How repulsive a word, how terrible a sound. Time. How can we ever count something in seconds, in minutes, in hours, days? I hate it. I sat for ten minutes and listened to my heartbeat. Counting. 10. 32. 55. 152. I wish to live in a place where the only time…
1 tag
July 2011
2 posts
June 2011
5 posts
