I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I,
offered you what was left of
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
the finy flowing currents
immediate and forever
you leg my leg
your arm my arm
you smile and the warmth
who made me laugh
Charles Bukowski, Raw With Love
Isn't it weird to think that every person you walk by has a past they may or may not be proud of and a family they might be close to or far from and a lover they're either with or apart from and a name and a personality and they might be having the greatest day of their life or the worst day? We probably walk past hundreds of people a day and never one stop to thing what they're going through, what their life may be like. We're too focused on our own. (BW)
everyone's afraid of the financial situation
everyone's so scared of the big bad economic wolf
I can't think of anything else than to lay in bed here naked with you
let's make love until the crises is over...
You have to be careful telling things.
Some ears are tunnels.
Your words will go in and get lost in the dark.
Some ears are flat pans like the miners used
looking for gold.
What you say will be washed out with the stones.
You look for a long time till you find the right ears.
Till then, there are birds and lamps to be spoken to,
a patient cloth rubbing shine in circles,
and the slow, gradually growing possibility
that when you find such ears
they already know.
Naomi Shihab Nye
John Green, Looking for Alaska
Worry about courage
Worry about cleanliness
Worry about efficiency
Worry about horsemanship
Thing not to worry about:
Don't worry about popular opinion
Don't worry about dolls
Don't worry about the past
Don't worry about the future
Don't worry about growing up
Don't worry about anybody getting ahead of you
Don't worry about triumph
Don't worry about failure unless it comes through your own fault
Don't worry about mosquitoes
Don't worry about flies
Don't worry about insects in general
Don't worry about boys
Don't worry about disappointments
Don't worry about pleasures
Don't worry about satisfactions
- F. Scott Fritzgerald, letter to his 11 year old daughter (1933)
There's an ache
The gnawing void
where your hands should be.
I want you to unravel me
hollow me out
swallow the whole
watch me come apart
at my seams.
Take every piece of me
and remake me.
Shape me anew.
I am forever altered by every breath you take.
I'm glad to tell you guys I finally got a pair of Doc Martens for a reasonable price from a second hand store in France, so I hope you understand I virtually can't wait until this sunny rather-warm September days go off and serious cold and rain make their appearance. Until then, here is some quality street style inspiration. Enjoy!
Although the band is from Oregon (USA) this song is in fact about my hometown, Oviedo (Spain), where apparently the singer spent a year as an Erasmus exchange student. A friend of mine showed it to me some time ago and I freakin' really like it. And yes, there are peacocks in the trees in Oviedo.
Not kidding at all.
Paris, 1952. Paul Almasy.
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bend in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn tem realy about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
You are the books you read, the films you watch, the music you listen to, the people you meet, the dreams you have, the conversations you engage in. You are what you take from these. You are the sound of the ocean, the breath of fresh air, the brightest light and the darkest corner. You are a collective of every experience you have had in your life. You are every single day. So drown yourself in a sea of knowledge and existence. Let the words run through your veins and let the colours fill your mind.
- I'm sorry, Cap.
- About what? The fact that I don't have a plan?
- No, the fact that I judged you for it. I was wrong.
- What has gotten into you?
- What do you mean?
- You're so nice, and care-free, and beach-babe beautiful, I feel like I'm on a tampon commercial.
- That's because in four days I have to go back to school and figure out what I wanna do with the rest of my life.
- And what about that ten-year plan?
- Let's just say I coppied off someone else's paper and now I don't know what I'll be doing in ten minutes. I'm staring out into the vast empty ocean that is my future.
- Feels good, doesn't it?
- It does, and... It feels terrifying.
What a great idea, right?! okay but slow it down a little bit, yes... I've been looking for a good tutorial of this for like forever, but all I found was a couple of vague indications like: "get a glow-in-the-dark stick like those they hand in the clubs, then break it and mix the liquid with clear nail polish". Maybe just me, but I feel like the sentence was ended by an implicit "Duh, you jerk...". Anyway, my intuition tells me that a layer of white polish should be applied in order to brighten it up and give some flesh to the colour.
Oh, and can you even imagine trying to sleep with this on? dude, can't wait to try it!