February 2012
22 posts
“I see nothing. We may sink and settle on the waves. The sea will drum in my...”
– Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via lavandula)
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“For fish death takes the shape of the beautiful white gull with widespread wings...”
– Anna Kamienska
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Octonaires on the World's Vanity and Inconstancy.
Ice glitters like it’s good.
The whole world glitters,
sped towards ends,
we all fall in.
Under the ice is water.
But under the world, between you
and the everything
of your vanishing …
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Fire, air, water, and earth
still turning, spilling into each other.
He tuned the world tense,
made the elements restless
so any happiness we might contrive...
“I will write peace on your wings and you will fly all over the world.”
– Sadako Sasaki (via moreofamore)
mythologyofblue:
And it seemed to me that there were fires Flying till dawn without number And I never found out things - those Strange eyes of his - what colour? Everything trembling and singing and Were you my enemy or my friend, Winter was it or summer?
―Anna Akhmatova
“Why waste money on psychotherapy when you can listen to the B Minor Mass?”
– Michael Torke (via classicalliterature)
“Words move, music moves
Only in time; but that which is only living
Can only...”
– T. S. Eliot, from “Burnt Norton”, in Four Quartets (via pauses-and-silences)
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“Lately, everywhere I turn people seem interested in yoga. “Do you ‘do’ yoga?”...”
– JR (via badgrrrlmeat)
“I learned this, at least, by my experiment: that if one advances confidently in...”
– Henry David Thoreau (via moreofamore)
My bets for today's Superbowl:
Ireland will win, but Krum will catch the Snitch.
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"Dating A Yoga Goddess" →
A manual of sorts for potential suitors. :)
Dancing
to Elvis in my room naked. Very excited for today, with and without reason.
January 2012
32 posts
beautiful global folk music. →
ahuntersheart:
"I think the whole earth breathes with you. After all this,
these words are all I have to say what is impossible to think,
what shy dreams hide in the rafters of my heart, because
these words are only a form of touch, only tell you I have no life
that isn’t yours, and no death you couldn’t turn into a life."
-Richard Jackson, from "After All This" via needful
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“My film is born first in my head, dies on paper; is resuscitated by the living...”
– ~ Robert Bresson Notes sur le Cinématographe (via directingfilm)
biyarmadden-deactivated20120129 asked: Pourquoi dois-je vous aime tellement?
“The loveliest faces are to be seen by moonlight, when one sees half with the eye...”
– Persian Proverb (via lovelybluepony) (via clavicola) (via buried-denmark)
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Ladurée fantasies. →
Spring 2012, let’s make this happen.
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The indelible scent of daffodils and flowering ginger, the deep red of a mighty sunset cloud that looks as if it poured straight from your veins. The earthy croon of Björk’s liquid voice.
aurora. bjork.