Let me tell you something, Mari. The ground we stand on looks solid enough, but...– Haruki Murakami, After Dark (via bulimiserable)
dictionaryofobscuresorrows: n. the insomnia-borne jolt of awareness that you will die, that these passing years aren’t just scenes from a dress rehearsal, rounds of an ongoing game or chapters in a story you’ll be telling later, but are footprints being lapped by the steadily gathering tide of an unfathomable abyss, which still wouldn’t wash out the aftertaste of all those baskets of Buffalo...
The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows: degrassé →
dictionaryofobscuresorrows: adj. entranced and unsettled by the vastness of the universe, experienced in a jolt of recognition that the night sky is not just a wallpaper but a deeply foreign ocean whose currents are steadily carrying off all other castaways, who share our predicament but are already well out of…
Vera Pavlova, from 'Four Poems'
fuckyeahlanguage: Let us touch each other while we still have hands, palms, forearms, elbows … Let us love each other for misery, torture each other, torment, disfigure, maim, to remember better, to part with less pain.
I’m not brave any more, darling. I’m all broken. They’ve broken me.– Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via z-o-l-o-f-t)
Top ten myths about introverts →
jerrybrito: Myth #1 – Introverts don’t like to talk. This is not true. Introverts just don’t talk unless they have something to say. They hate small talk. Get an introvert talking about something they are interested in, and they won’t shut up for days. Myth #2 – Introverts are shy. Shyness has nothing to do with being an Introvert. Introverts are not necessarily afraid of people. What they...
from my drafts, 03-2012
There were times that I did not know him. Reading him was a far-fetched idea. He was pure in his ambiguity. Some days, he felt like a stranger, ever so mysterious. Oblivious that I was guarded as well, just watching his stance change from time to time. What ever he did, I only did as well. When he puts his heart out there, I still just stood there watching him. He tries to catch my gaze, but I...
The present has no future The future has no past The past is just a graveyard...– Rx Bandits, Never Slept So Soundly