December 2008
Nights Like These
bananasareyellow:
Nights like these come when I solely desire to sit on a hill overlooking the city. I mentally envision the view now: the roofs of all the houses, red & white lights from cars on the freeway, the numerous palm trees that stand tall on the sidewalks, dispersed pedestrians on busy boulevards. Right next to me would sit the few people I never grow tired of. They’d be those who...
“The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.”
– Ernest Hemingway (via rainier)
When you get a boy all riled up, that's when you...
(via te-amo)
I can has love?
(via slightlydrunk)
I wish trust could be fertilized in order to grow...
spareunderthemat:
I am never picking the right times to trust it seems. It’s always either too soon or too late or someone that doesn’t even deserve any sort of trust at all. I’ve been trying to use good judgment, but it can get so damn hard. I find that other people trust me quickly, so I don’t always see any other way. I don’t bullshit or fuck around, so my first thought is usually not to...
“there is an emotion stronger than grief, and that emotion is forgiveness.”
– (via spareunderthemat)
Note to self:
srsly:
Visit Solidaridad Bookshop with Ella and Harmony before Christmas break ends.
Hopefully they have Catch a Falling Star by Cristina Pantoja Hidalgo. It’s one of my favorite books! I’ve been wanting to buy a copy for my best friend for a long time now, but I can’t find it anywhere.
So. I like this bookstore. The guy I’m with took me to it. I just had to say this. I want to go back...
“He is outside of everything, and alien everywhere. He is an aesthetic solitary....”
– Henry James. (via ataaa)
“Last night
in your bed
we were three:
the moon you & me”
– Octavio Paz (via anonymousi)
1806244:
i’m searching for a cure in the bottles of varied volumes.
“Dogs are wise. They crawl away into a quiet corner and lick their wounds and do...”
– (via bitchville)
“You must strive to find your own voice. Because the longer you wait to begin,...”
– Dead Poets Society (via aeropuertos)
