January 2010
149 posts
Aquiles/Rimbaud →
frenchtwist:
. Once, if I remember correctly, my life was a feast at which all hearts opened and all wines flowed. One evening I sat Beauty on my knees And I found her bitter And I reviled her.
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The poet is really the thief of fire. He is responsible for humanity, even for the animals; he must see to it that his inventions can be smelt, felt, heard. If what he brings back from down...
“Mi estado de animo parece que hoy brilla…
sobrevivo a la muerte,...”
– Hate - El rey de las cantinas.
virginiawoolf:
Angels & Airwaves -...
“La madre Teresa .No nos interesa
La tradición. Es una maldición
Las...”
– La polla records
“Concrete la fecha de mi muerte, con Satan. Lo enganie y ahora no hay quien me...”
– Extremoduro
“Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it...”
– Sylvia Plath (via merricat)
ESTOY PERDIDO SIN My TUMBLARITY
I am lost without My TUMBLARITY
