NOVEMBER ♥ DEW
“I shall not exist if you do not imagine me.”
—Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via brutalite)
February 2012
172 posts
“I like sleepin in your bed
I like knowin what is goin on inside your head
I like takin time and I like your mind and I like when your hand is in mine
I like getting drunk on the tunes by the beach
I like pickin strawberries
I like cream teas and I like reading ghost…stories
My…heart skips a beat every time that we meet
It’s been a while and now your smile is almost like a memory
But then you’re back and I am fine cos you’re with me
And I’m in love…with you
And I…can’t find the words to make it sound unique…but…
Honestly…you make me strong! I can’t believe I’ve found someone this kind
I hope we carry on
Cos you’re so nice and I’m in love…with you…” —This is for you.
I like knowin what is goin on inside your head
I like takin time and I like your mind and I like when your hand is in mine
I like getting drunk on the tunes by the beach
I like pickin strawberries
I like cream teas and I like reading ghost…stories
My…heart skips a beat every time that we meet
It’s been a while and now your smile is almost like a memory
But then you’re back and I am fine cos you’re with me
And I’m in love…with you
And I…can’t find the words to make it sound unique…but…
Honestly…you make me strong! I can’t believe I’ve found someone this kind
I hope we carry on
Cos you’re so nice and I’m in love…with you…” —This is for you.
“Silence is not the absence of something but the presence of everything.”
—John Grossmann (via solarlogos)
“He knew that I love you also means I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that I love no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else.”
—Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated (via bookmania)
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“And my brain hurts and my soul is aching
and I’m not sure if my heart can take it.
And my brain hurts and my soul does ache and I, I have never felt this much pain.
And my brain hurts and my sould does ache and I think my heart’s about to break.” —KATE NASH
and I’m not sure if my heart can take it.
And my brain hurts and my soul does ache and I, I have never felt this much pain.
And my brain hurts and my sould does ache and I think my heart’s about to break.” —KATE NASH
Old Dances
Kate Nash
Your lips are darker than before
and the bags under your eyes are blacker than they were
and there’s something different about your skin
and nobody knows how you got home last night
Your lips are darker than before
and the bags under your eyes are blacker than they were
and there’s something different about your skin
and nobody knows how you got home last night
Your bones are making me feel weary and when you speak
I can’t hear a word that you say
Your bones are making me feel weary and when you speak
I can’t hear a word that you say
and nobody knows how you got home last night.
And still no one knows how you got home last night.
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/k/kate_nash/old_dances.html ]
If there were three old dances we could dance, maybe.
Three old songs that we could sing maybe,
everything could be alright.
But i keep trippin’ up the steps and there are just some words I forget
and the tunes are fuzzy in my mind.
And nobody knows how you got home last night.
still nobody knows how you got home.
And my brain hurts and my soul is aching
and i’m not sure if my heart can take it.
And my brain hurts and my soul does ache and I, I have never felt this much pain.
And my brain hurts and my sould does ache and I think my heart’s about to break.
And nobody knows how you got home last night.
Still, no one knows how you got home last night.
“In a sea of people, my eyes will always search for you.”
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“Sex without love is as hollow and ridiculous as love without sex.”
—Hunter S. Thompson (via cldhrtdbtch)
“Perdiste la luna por contar las estrellas”
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Spare-Ohs
Andrew Bird
This feeling
