December 2009
107 posts
“I think too much on things. I want too much.it makes me hateful and I say stupid...”
“If an addict who has been completely cured starts smoking again he no longer...”
– Jean Cocteau
“‘Mystery has its own mysteries, and there are gods above gods. We have...”
– Jean Cocteau (1889-1963)
“The instinct of nearly all societies is to lock up anybody who is truly free....”
– Jean Cocteau, Journey to Freedom (1969)
“Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his disposal....”
– Jean Cocteau
“I am a lie who always speaks the truth.”
– Jean Cocteau
“Every poem is a coat of arms. It must be deciphered. How much blood, how many...”
– Jean Cocteau
“Patricia Franchini: What is your greatest ambition in life?
Parvulesco: To...”
– A Bout de Souffle (1960)
“Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we...”
– W.B. Yeats, “A Drinking Song”
“that moment in cinemawhen capturing the human face still plunged audiences into...”
– Roland Barthes
“my sadness belongs to that fringe of melancholy where the loss of the loved...”
– “a lover’s discourse: fragments,” roland barthes (via uglyofwalruses)
“‘Am I in love? –Yes, since I’m waiting.’
The other never waits.
Sometimes I...”
– Roland Barthes
“As a jealous man, I suffer four times over:
because I am jealous,
because I...”
– Roland Barthes
“Let my body and soul be the material
which will be absorbed into an illusory...”
“I’ll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck with the stars.”
– MGMT - Time to Pretend
“It’s time to train yourself to sleep alone again.
and it’s so fucking hard.”
– Richard Brautigan
“Everybody fantasize about other people.”
“Maybe I’m too young to keep good love from going wrong, but tonight...”
– Jeff Buckley
“Truth is, everybody is going to hurt you; you just gotta find the ones worth...”
– Bob Marley
“The way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over
that person’s...”
– Keith Miller
“I laugh, I love, I hope, I try, I hurt, I need, I fear, I cry.
And I know you...”
– Colin Raye
“I love sitting around holding hands. Just spending time with someone, doing...”
– Heath Ledger. (via fuckyeahheathledger) (via skeleton-jar)
“I could have loved you once And said it
But then you went away And when you...”
– Marilyn Monroe (via nocontest) (via fuckyeahmarilynmonroe)
“You know I could’ve held you in my arms forever and it still wouldn’t have been...”
– One Tree Hill (via runawaytrain)
“Every time you feel like crying, I’m gonna try and make you laugh. And if I...”
– (via hiddiexandria) (via skinnyjeans) (via skeleton-jar)
“casimirpulaskiday: it sounds so strange, but i love being missed.
i love...”
– you’ve got so much more to live for:
“… the misery is there inside her, like a stone, and there’s no room for any...”
– (via shitgaze)
shitgaze:
I SEE THE SUN I (S E E) T H E (S U N) I SEE THE SUN I SEE THE SUN SHE DAWNS; SHE BURNS SHE GROWS; SHE FEEDS SHE SPEWS; SHE DIES ABOVE US AND BUILDS SHADOWS WHICH FACES MYSELF SHE DRIVES ME INTO THE BLACK HOLE THE DOOR OPENS THERE T H E (S K I N) O P E N S (T H E R E)
shitgaze:
FOR EVER THE WINDS BLOW, FOR EVER THE WATERS MOVE: NOT FOR ONCE MOMENT SINCE CREATION HAVE THEY BEEN STILL
“I AM ALL THAT HATH BEEN,
AND IS,
AND SHALL BE;
AND MY VEIL NO MORTAL HAS...”
– (via shitgaze)
“Well, in the winter, everything was still, nothing moved. Eight months of that....”
– Bob Dylan (via whokilled) (via suzywire) (via schizometriclanguage)
“Weren’t we all crazy in our sleep? What was sleep, after all, but the process by...”
– Jeff Lindsay (via suzywire) (via schizometriclanguage)
“Weren’t we all crazy in our sleep? What was sleep, after all, but the process by...”
– Jeff Lindsay (via suzywire) (via schizometriclanguage)
“A person like me— a negative image—is profoundly sensitive to the existence of...”
– from “Grotesque”, by Natsuo Kirino (via schizometriclanguage)
“- “If I could change one thing about myself, i would stop talking entirely”
-...”
– from Ash Wednesday by Ethan Hawke (via schizometriclanguage)
“Along this promenade which joins the ends of days to the ends of nights,...”
– PERPETUAL VOIDS:
“We keep imagining eternity as an idea that cannot be grased, something vast,...”
– PERPETUAL VOIDS: