Ah,back to black again.
#NowPlaying En la Ciudad de la Furia - MTV Unplugged από Soda Stereo
This magic moment when i listen to an intro and i run to add it in my favourites and i discover that i already have it and you too.
(Source: Spotify)
Nada.
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(Reblogged from watchoutforintellect)
The air rings like a bell.
I breathe out drops—
cold morning ghost puffs
like your old cigarette cough.
See you tomorrow, you said.
You lied.
I breathe out drops—
cold morning ghost puffs
like your old cigarette cough.
See you tomorrow, you said.
You lied.
Maxine Kumin - from “Splitting Woot At Six Above” in The Retrieval System (via watchoutforintellect)
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…My fragile visitor. I touch your cheeks, like flowers. You bruise against me.
Anne Sexton - from “Unknown Girl in the Maternity Ward” in The Complete Poems (via watchoutforintellect)
Im angry. Angry with myself. Im pathetic. I receive things as they give me. I try to please everyone. My biggest fear is not hurt anybody. Its easy to make me feel guilty. I was born guilty. Guilty for the worlds misery. I apologize. I always apologize. For you, for me. For the things i dont dare to change, for the things i accept. People say im a good person, some they believe that im good because i want to be loved. Maybe. But most and above all, i feel incomplete, something is always missing. I have to prove always who i am. Im never enough. Thats why i close the doors. I always wait, i believe in miracles. All my life. Even if all around me is dirt, i see blue skies, i see stars, i see flowers, i see beauty. Where there is only dirt. Thats my way to survive. And i have to apologize even for this. Because people they dont believe to this. They think that there is something behind. There is nothing. Just a stupid. Thats me.
Image from Diary, Frida Kahlo
(Reblogged from nevver)
