April 2012
6 posts
March 2012
2 posts
December 2011
9 posts
How does a love end? – Then it does end? To tell the truth, no one – except for the others – ever knows anything about it; a kind of innocence conceals the end of this thing conceived, asserted, lived according to eternity. Whatever the loved being becomes, whether he vanishes or moves into the realm of Friendship, in any case I never see him disappear: the love which is over and done with passes...
“We do not receive wisdom, we must discover it for ourselves, after a journey...”
– Marcel Proust (via thatkindofwoman)
November 2011
54 posts
“Kiss me and you’ll know how important I am.”
– Sylvia Plath
Wallace Stevens "As at a Theatre" →
Another sunlight might make another world, Green, more or less, in green and blue in blue. Like taste distasting the first fruit of the vine, Like an eye too young to grapple its primitive, Like the artifice of a new reality, Like the chromatic calendar of time to come.
It might be the candle of…
“Long hair minimizes the need for barbers; socks can be done without; one leather...”
– Albert Einstein
daydreampills:
“Faster, faster, faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death.”
– Hunter S. Thompson
