January 2011
16 posts
White lips, pale face breathing in snowflakes. Burnt lungs, sour taste, light’s gone, day’s end. Struggling to pay rent, long nights, strange men. And they say she’s in the Class A team. Stuck in her daydream, been this way since 18. But lately her face seems slowly sinking, wasting crumbling like pastries. (via burn0ut)
This song is where my life has been for a long time. Love is eternal, so if the...
– Comment on the video for “Blower’s Daughter” (lul)
He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered...
– Douglas Adams (via suzywire)
Don’t let it end like this. Tell them I said something.
– Pancho Villa
I’m not feeling sorry for myself. I know that there’s a lot of people who go...
– Henry Rollins (via freshhexkelso)
Why does one feel so different at night? Why is it so exciting to be awake when...
– Katherine Mansfield (via suzywire)
laloup:
I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand — How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep — while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?
Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they’re not after you.
– —Kurt Cobain (via blua)
I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more...
– Albert Einstein (via kari-shma)