2,704 notes   -  18 November 2011

Only the boring get bored.
  -  18 November 2011


Paolo Nutini - These Streets

Cross the border,
Into the big bad world
Where it takes you ‘bout an hour
Just to cross the road
Just to stumble across another poor old soul from
The dreary old lanes to the high-street madness
I fight with my brain to believe my eyes
And it’s harder than you think
To delay this sadness
That creeps up my spine
And haunts me through the night
And life is good and the girls are gorgeous
Suddenly the air smells much greener now
And I’m wandering around
With a half pack of cigarettes
Searching for the change that I’ve lost somehow

These streets have too many names for me
I’m used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in Orchy
I’ll get used to this eventually
I know, I know

Where’d the days go? When all we did was play
And the stress that we were under wasn’t stress at all
Just a run and a jump into a harmless fall from
Walking by a high-rise to a landmark square
You see millions of people with millions of cares
And I struggle to the train to make my way home
I look at the people as they sit there alone

Life is good, and the sun is shining
Everybody floods to their ideal place
And the children all smile as the boats suffle by them
Trying to pretend that they’ve got some space

These streets have too many names for me
I’m used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in Orchy
I’ll get used to this eventually
I know, I know

These streets have too many names for me
I’m used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in Orchy
I’ll get used to this eventually
I know, I know

Life is good, and the girls are gorgeous
Suddenly the air smells much greener now
And I’m wandering around
With a half pack of cigarettes
Searching for the change that I’ve lost somehow

These streets have too many names for me
I’m used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in Orchy
I’ll get used to this eventually
I know, I know

These streets have too many names for me
I’m used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in our Orchy
I’ll get used to this eventually
I know, I know

  -  15 November 2011


The Asteroids Galaxy Tour- Crazy

1 note   -  15 November 2011

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But the moment you start thinking of yourself alone, absolutely alone, and related to nothing and to no one, you realize it’s silly to worry and fuss over what you are. You are simply what you are. And you feel as if you had closed a door forever on everything that’s unpleasant. The Woman Who had Two Navels by Nick Joaquin (via shairamarqxo)
27 notes   -  14 November 2011

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An Engineer’s Guide to Cats

74 notes   -  12 November 2011

Mike Brown: Love Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda

Love Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda


I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.


4 notes   -  11 November 2011

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  -  11 November 2011

If you’re not living on the edge, you’re taking up too much space.
  -  10 November 2011

Perfectionism is the voice of the oppressor, the enemy of the people. It will keep you cramped and insane your whole life, and it is the main obstacle between you and a shitty first draft. I think perfectionism is based on the obsessive belief that if you run carefully enough, hitting each stepping-stone just right, you won’t have to die. The truth is that you will die anyway and that a lot of people who aren’t even looking at their feet are going to do a whole lot better than you, and have a lot more fun while they’re doing it. Anne Lamott  (via theresthesethings)
756 notes   -  10 November 2011