May 2010
29 posts
Her voice motioned on its way to that unseen world. Now, with the message sent, the words said, she wanted to call them back, to censor, to rearrange them, to make a prettier sentence, a fairer explanation of her soul. But already the words were hung between planets and if, by some cosmic radiation, they could have been illuminated, caught fire in vaporous wonder there, her love would have lit a...
אני הולך לבכות לך תהיה חזק למעלה געגועי כמו דלתות שנפתחות בלילה לנצח אחי אזכור אותך תמיד וניפגש בסוף, אתה יודע ויש לי חברים אבל גם הם כבים אל מול אורך המשגע כשעצובים הולכים לים לכן הים מלוח וזה עצוב שלהחזיר ציוד אפשר לא געגוע לנצח אחי אזכור אותך תמיד וניפגש בסוף, אתה יודע ויש לי חברים אבל גם הם כבים אל מול אורך המשגע וכמו הגלים אנחנו מתנפצים אל המזח אל החיים
אביב גפן, לבכות לך
No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego: te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras, secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.
Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores, y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra.
Te amo sin saber cómo, ni...
“The fact is that you carry part of your sickness within you…”
“… I denounce because though implicated and partially responsible, I have been hurt to the point of abysmal pain, hurt to the point of invisibility. And I defend because in spite of all I find that I love. In order to get some of it down I have to love. I sell you no phony forgiveness, I’m a...
About suffering they were never wrong,
the Old Masters; how well, they understood
Its human position; how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;
W.H. Auden
Liminal Air BY Shinji Ohmakidi Shinji Ohmaki
iheartmyart:
nordicneanderthal:
Liminal Air, by the Japanese designer Shinji Ohmaki: 123000 nylon strings hung from the ceiling creating a slightly irregular volume because of their different length…
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“In the name of the best within you, do not sacrifice this world to those who are...”
– Atlas Shrugged, Ayn Rand (via onhershelf) (via libraryland) (via rememo) (via madisonp) (via cynthiaohmy)
‘… I suppose one night hundreds of thousands of years ago in a cave by a night fire when one of those shaggy men wakened to gaze over the banked coals at his woman, his children, and thought of their being cold, dead, gone forever. Then he must have wept. And he put out his hand in the night to the woman who must die some day and to the children who must follow her. And for a little...
April 2010
44 posts
limegreenzer:
paradigm-of-futility:
topsey-kret:
fightcrimeshootback:
zombieslutfromhell:
agentsarahwalker:
where-the-heart-is:
thewordsalloverme:
screamflydream:
I hate when people joke about the holocaust, it’s just wrong. Anne frankly, I won’t stand for it.
onlyondemairt:
took a train to the river where i...
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limegreenzer:
SO pretty.
wow. gorgeous
