January 2012
36 posts
Why cant I just choose one art? Becuase all I want at this moment is to dance. All I want at this moment is to sing at the top of my lungs. I want to have drums, and someone who knows how to play guitair (or for me to learn) to be here with me. All I want is to have a room full of paint and brushes and translate all the crazy shit that I’ve been seeing in my minds eye. Its like, I just have...
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I never cease to embarrass myself when talking to...
“I am still so naive. I know pretty much what I like and dislike, but please,...”
– Sylvia Plath (via musingsinfemininity)
Some times I forget that I have more friends than I think I do.
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“For a long time now I have tried simply to write the best I can. Sometimes I...”
– Ernest Hemingway (via thatkindofwoman)
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White girls love black guys....
never have heard such blatant commoditization of the guys that I am quite normally attracted too. Apparently the sex is different/way better ;) and they are better kissers. “You don’t know what your missing out on” says one girl to another. And I’m just sitting here like- wtf? are you serious? But I guess I can see the curiosity, as there is nothing about a blond hair, blue...
“You never know exactly how much space you occupied in people’s lives.”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via belle-de-nuit)
“The sea inside me
wants nothing more than to break
and crash on your shore.”
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
“And when you are cold
how quickly you remember,
I am made of warm.”
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
WatchStreet performers from Romania. The instruments is called the cembalo. Honestly, I had to stop myself form putting down the camera and dancing. Is it too much to ask to be abducted by gypsies and join a traveling circus across eastern Europe? Oh, it is? Okay, well…I guess I’ll just dance in the street instead.
P.s..does my voice really sound that lame?
Dirty Haikus (Not good, but they're sexy)
We fuck for hours losing sense of time and space what belongs to who?
Bite to silence sound legs quivering like earthquakes I think your bleeding
With you inside me I am thrashing like a fish in need of water
Your exorcism has me speaking in soft tongues “Oh God” I cry out
December 2011
48 posts
