I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will do me...– Pablo Neruda
Breathing could you come a little closer? slide that way you slide, so shy, wanting mouth open, try to suck in enough air to pacify the limits of lungs so useless in the dark mantle of these deeds, haunting your fingertips as they trace the contours of my lips, speaking too deaf silence closer my love, there will be no more breathing: quiet these vain protests echoing past the dying candle;...
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If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph: THE ONLY PROOF HE...– Kurt Vonnegut
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You know you’ve read a good book when you turn the last page and feel a little...– Paul Sweeney (via kari-shma)
2011 SAG Award Winners
MOVIES Outstanding Performance by a Cast in a Motion Picture The King’s Speech Outstanding Performance by a Male Actor in a Leading Role Colin Firth, The King’s Speech Outstanding Performance by a Female Actor in a Leading Role Natalie Portman, Black Swan Outstanding Performance by a Male Actor in a Supporting Role Christian Bale, The Fighter Outstanding Performance by a Female Actor in a...
I am very much infatuated with you. The way you look and the way you look at me. Your eyes give me the warmth I’ve been shivering for; but you don’t want me, you just like to examine. People can get away with a lot just by looking. We don’t touch physically, but blindly in your mind. You create the scenario’s and you play them out in your head- and they’re erotic, and...
Love Affair With Words
I’m beginning to take my affair with words to a greater level. I call it love. These frail and frigid letters with their hollow hold until someone frolics around and gives them meaning. Depth. No more words with sunken voids. They really are devoted little creatures, aren’t they? They spark interest, anger, sadness, change, movement. They build castles and demolish land. But they never...
We’re all insomniac’s for even in our dreams are we awake.– Nikki Lorenzo
There is no such thing as time. The sun never sets...
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emiliog: Today, as I’m giving my mom a hug, she says to me, “Why didn’t you stay little?” The moment she said that certain childhood memories flashed in my head. In that instant I felt the joy of being a kid again; no stress, no worries. Mama, I wish I would’ve stayed little, I really do. Oh Emilio, this is lovely.
The silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of silence. It was my own...– The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath (via thechocolatebrigade)