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nie:

Siempre le digo lo que pienso, pero le hice esto por si se le olvida."Las flores en mi cabeza son por tu culpa"

nie:

Siempre le digo lo que pienso, pero le hice esto por si se le olvida.

"Las flores en mi cabeza son por tu culpa"

Wednesday April 23rd // Filed under: ni sans serif, illustration, gif,

koalaprincess:

Happiness Is Like Mount Everest by Cassandra de Alba

in that i’ve read books about it 
and seen pictures
and it seems very pretty 
but there are lots of photographs of happiness online
and other people can climb happiness for me
and talk about how great
and majestic it was

it doesn’t seem worth the months of happiness training
the hiring of happiness sherpas
to carry your happiness equipment

and then you get to the very top of happiness
where it is too cold and you can’t breathe the air
and you turn around and come down.

i think i’ll just stay in bed in my underwear
and look at pictures of happiness on the internet
and not get frostbite or die, not yet,
and not put in any of that effort
i hear everyone talking about.

Wednesday April 23rd // Filed under: cassandra de alba, happiness is like mount everest, poetry,
No one will ever, ever be able to persuade me that life is some awesome, rewarding treat. Because, here’s the truth: life is catastrophe.
— Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch (via mar-see-ah)
Wednesday April 23rd // Filed under: donna tartt, the goldfinch, quote,

Pursuits

rabbit-light:

It is not that you want
to be the one to make prints
in the untrampled snow
It is that you want
to be in the snow
without having touched it
to be of  the snow
not beginning
Everywhere commerce
dictates the shapes
that move you along
that seat you at the table
far from the snow
far from the act
of not touching
It only gets worse
A girl’s gotta eat
And your hunger’s
not even your own

Heather Christle POETRY October 2013
Wednesday April 23rd // Filed under: heather christie, pursuits, poetry,

fluttering-slips:

Easter

is my season
of defeat.

Though all
is green

and death
is done,  

I feel alone.
As if the stone

rolled off
from the head

of the tomb
is lodged

in the doorframe
of my room,

and everyone
I’ve ever loved

lives happily
just past

my able reach.
And each time

Jesus rises
I’m reminded

of this marble
fact:

they are not
coming back.
Monday April 21st // Filed under: jill alexander essbaum, easter, poetry,
We need women who are so strong they can be gentle, so educated they can be humble, so fierce they can be compassionate, so passionate they can be rational, and so disciplined they can be free.
Kavita Ramdas (via impetrate)

(Source: redheadnonsense, via fuckyeahawesomechicks)

Saturday April 19th // Filed under: kavita ramdas, quote,
So when my straight friend asks me why
there is no straight Pride parade
I tell her
you can’t be proud of something
you’ve never had to fight for
— Joanna Hoffman, “Pride” (via mythoftheheart)
Thursday April 17th // Filed under: joanna hoffman, pride, poetry, quote,
She wished at the same time to die and to live in Paris.
Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary (via lifeinpoetry)
Monday April 14th // Filed under: gustave flaubert, madame bovary, quote,