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Going Blank Again

Apr 21 '14
"Becfola and the Snarling Horde" (Irish Fairy Tales, 1920) - Arthur Rackham

"Becfola and the Snarling Horde" (Irish Fairy Tales, 1920) - Arthur Rackham

Apr 21 '14

Nómada del corazón 
vendí flores sin aroma 
el aguante es importante 
y the needle and the damage done 

No hubo otra posibilidad 
lo que pasa es que me miento 
y prometo que no vuelvo 
aunque sepa que ni lo intento 

Y en mundos más allá 
o en mundos venideros 
nos echaremos de menos 
o envejeceremos a la vez 

Ya no hay nada qué temer 
ya no hay nada qué enseñar 
se precipita mi debilidad 
hacia la noche lenta del amor

Apr 19 '14
art-is-art-is-art:

Fallen Leaves, Isaac Brodsky

art-is-art-is-art:

Fallen Leaves, Isaac Brodsky

Mar 31 '14

(Source: comeinjus)

Mar 31 '14
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Mar 27 '14

You said this will never do 
Every time I call I know it’s true 

The truth is not my specialty

Confusion makes most sense to me 

You only like me when I’m in a blue mood 

You say you see my soul’s only seeing red 

You said this was how you knew 

That these things never last 
But you’re just talking out of your ass 
And I’m just going to let that pass 

You, you only like me when I’m in a blue mood 

All you want is your own shadow in my head

Mar 27 '14
Mar 27 '14
art-is-art-is-art:

Spring, Alexei Savrasov

art-is-art-is-art:

Spring, Alexei Savrasov

Mar 27 '14

From Chapter 5 of “The Idiot”

"So that you didn’t care to go away anywhere else?"

"Well, at first I did; I was restless; I didn’t know however I should manage to support life—you know there are such moments, especially in solitude. There was a waterfall near us, such a lovely thin streak of water, like a thread but white and moving. It fell from a great height, but it looked quite low, and it was half a mile away, though it did not seem fifty paces. I loved to listen to it at night, but it was then that I became so restless.

Sometimes I went and climbed the mountain and stood there in the midst of the tall pines, all alone in the terrible silence, with our little village in the distance, and the sky so blue, and the sun so bright, and an old ruined castle on the mountain-side, far away. I used to watch the line where earth and sky met, and longed to go and seek there the key of all mysteries, thinking that I might find there a new life, perhaps some great city where life should be grander and richer.”

Mar 27 '14

This isn’t wise they say 
to force a line engraved 
though we may come close 
these things won’t ever change 

This is why I know 

this is why I must go 

And so the game is plagued 

with the rituals we’ve made 

I know we won’t ever learn 

these things they’ll never change 
this is why I stay 
but this is why I must go

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