"Mas Diadorim é minha neblina..."

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Wed, 15 May 2013 23:14:44 -0400

"I will write in words of fire. I will write them on your skin. I will write about desire, write..."

Sun, 12 May 2013 17:10:01 -0400

““I will write in words of fire.
I will write them on your skin.
I will write about desire,
write beginnings, write of sin. You’re the book I love the best,
your skin only holds my truth,
you will be a palimpsest lines of age rewriting youth.
You will not burn upon the pyre
or be buried on the shelf.
You’re my letter to desire: And you’ll never read yourself.
I will trace each word and comma as the final dusk descends.
You’re my tale of dreams and drama.
Let us find out how it ends.””

- Neil Gaiman (via common-sense-of-life)

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Thu, 18 Apr 2013 21:42:16 -0400

Virgo women crave the perfect lover, however they know that doesn’t exist, so they settle for the closest possible. They love strong passion.

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 21:22:58 -0400

"Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are..."

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 22:24:31 -0400

“Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.”

- Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (via adrasteas)

Remember… ”I am just a crazy little girl…”

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 07:25:29 -0400

Remember… ”I am just a crazy little girl…”

lavielleamant: Photographer: Maicon Minhoto Model: Lívia...

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 23:38:53 -0400

lavielleamant:

Photographer: Maicon Minhoto

Model: Lívia Stevaux

“Therapy is Speedie’s brand new drug Dancing with...

Sun, 14 Apr 2013 13:01:00 -0400

“Therapy is Speedie’s brand new drug

Dancing with the devil’s past has never been too fun

It’s better off than trying to take a bullet from a gun

And she cries

Hey baby, can you bleed like me?

C’mon baby, can you bleed like me?”

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Fri, 12 Apr 2013 22:28:50 -0400

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Thu, 11 Apr 2013 21:07:05 -0400

Estella

Thu, 11 Apr 2013 00:56:11 -0400

“Ou então”, disse Estella, “para dar um exemplo mais apropriado, se a senhora lhe houvesse ensinado, desde que ela começou a entender as coisas, com toda a energia e vigor, que existia, sim, a luz do dia, mas que era uma coisa inimiga e destrutiva, pois essa luz causara a sua ruína e também causaria a dela, se ela não se cuidasse; se a senhora tivesse agido assim, e então, por algum motivo, quisesse que ela aceitasse com naturalidade a luz do dia, e ela não conseguisse fazê-lo, a senhora ficaria decepcionada e zangada?”

If I could only find it…

Tue, 09 Apr 2013 20:35:00 -0400

If I could only find it…

“The nightingale’s still locked in the...

Sun, 07 Apr 2013 15:46:23 -0400

“The nightingale’s still locked in the cage…”

Alone with Everybody

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 21:02:43 -0400

the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there’s no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else
fills.

"The lunatic, the lover, and the poet Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast..."

Thu, 04 Apr 2013 22:38:16 -0400

“The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact.
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold:
That is the madman.”

- William Shakespeare: A Midsummer Night’s Dream (via tora-theartist)

Bluebird

Thu, 04 Apr 2013 22:31:34 -0400

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going
to let anybody see
you.
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he’s
in there.

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody’s asleep.
I say, I know that you’re there,
so don’t be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he’s singing a little
in there, I haven’t quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it’s nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don’t
weep, do
you?

All that great heart lying stillIn silent sufferingSmiling like...

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 23:35:50 -0400

All that great heart lying still
In silent suffering
Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end
What is left for encore
Is the same old dead boy’s song
Sung in silence

"No one knows me or loves me completely. I have only myself."

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 23:18:05 -0400

“No one knows me or loves me completely. I have only myself.”

- Simone de Beauvoir (via imfantasyparade)