May 2009
“Ando meio fatigado de procuras inúteis e sedes afetivas insaciáveis.”
—caio fernando abreu. (via smncrstn)
“O amor é uma espécie de preconceito. A gente ama o que precisa, ama o que faz sentir bem, ama o que é conveniente. Como pode dizer que ama uma pessoa quando há dez mil outras no mundo que você amaria mais se conhecesse? Mas a gente nunca conhece.”
—
Charles Bukowski
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Ana’s Song (Open Fire) - Silverchair
i’ve posted this before. but i love this song so its here again.
meudeus, MEUDEUS, éramos todos jovens </3
“Desde minha fuga, era calando minha revolta (tinha contundência o meu silêncio! tinha textura a minha raiva!) que eu, a cada passo, me distanciava lá da fazenda, e se acaso distraído eu perguntasse “para onde estamos indo?” — não importava que eu, erguendo os olhos, alcançasse paisagens muito novas, quem sabe menos ásperas, não importava que eu, caminhando, me conduzisse para regiões cada vez mais afastadas, pois haveria de ouvir claramente de meus anseios um juízo rígido, era um cascalho, um osso rígido, desprovido de qualquer dúvida: “estamos indo sempre para casa”.”
—Raduan Nassar (Lavoura Arcaica)
“the ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.”
—maya angelou (via headlights) (via outlaws) (via erickd) (via robot-heart) (via notemily) (via breathsoftruth) (via srsly) (via pafurada)
1,001 things I want a lover: #481
Someone I would rather talk to than sleep, even when one of us has to wake up early.
“I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?”
—Ernest Hemingway (via eyeswhydshut) (via itsokpk) (via thefranticsearch) (via surrenderlove) (via psychodelic)
“… he used to think that he wanted to be good, he wanted to be kind, he wanted to be brave and wise, but it was all pretty difficult. He wanted to be loved, too, if he could fit it in.”
—F. Scott Fitzgerald (Tender is the night)
“Missing someone isn’t about how long it has been since you have seen them or the amount of time since you’ve talked. It’s about that very moment when you’re doing something and you wish that they were right there with you”
—(via julesramzy) (via untamable) (via melissx3) (via danceintherain) (via brokenwing) (via soiledteenagedgirlfriend) (via thefranticsearch) (via apollosraven) (via mmmkiwi) (via marjchun) (via hippielove) (via psychodelic)
1,001 things I want in a lover: #441
Someone who holds you so tight you know they’ll never let you go.
“Like most of the others, I was a seeker, a mover, a malcontent, and at times a stupid hell-raiser. I was never idle long enough to do much thinking, but I felt somehow that my instincts were right. I shared a vagrant optimism that some of us were making real progress, that we had taken an honest road, and that the best of us would inevitably make it over the top.
At the same time, I shared a dark suspicion that the life we were leading was a lost cause, that we were all actors, kidding ourselves along on a senseless odyssey. It was the tension between these two poles - a restless idealism on one hand and a sense of impending doom on the other - that kept me going.” —Hunter S. Thompson (The Rum Diary).
At the same time, I shared a dark suspicion that the life we were leading was a lost cause, that we were all actors, kidding ourselves along on a senseless odyssey. It was the tension between these two poles - a restless idealism on one hand and a sense of impending doom on the other - that kept me going.” —Hunter S. Thompson (The Rum Diary).
“and when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter — they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.”
—sylvia plath (via pafurada)
“When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calendar that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from a chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table. I spent my life learning to feel less. Every day I felt less. Is that growing old? Or is it something worse? You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.”
—jonathan safran foer, extremely loud & incredibly close. (via iguessthatscool) (via mrnnr)
