i'm a fool for-

better than nothing

The signature was blurred and couldn't be read.

It's true that there are many lands you've still to visit (some of which are not even on the map) and wonderful things to see (that no one has yet imagined), but we're quite sure that if you really want to, you'll find a way to reach them all by yourself.

through

fields

GabeLorca

Mira a la derecha y a la izquierda del tiempo y que tu corazón aprenda a estar tranquilo.

Dictionopolis

"Well now, well now, well now," he began again, "I don't know of any wrong road to Dictionopolis, so if this road goes to Dictionopolis at all it must be the right road, and if it doesn't it must be the right road to somewhere else, because there are no wrong roads to anywhere. Do you think it will rain?"

so, is it worth moving fast? i want time outside to hurry up

He said that time doesn’t pass the same for everyone. When you go fast, he said, the world around you changes shape, and time outside starts moving slower.

-Randall Munroe

“neutrality’s hard on my feelings”

all night to me on the phone

you led the way

that bridge is on fire

as if

i'm froze

"I started writing hundred of poems and sending them out. You know poetry doesn't pay anything, it was just a form I needed. Kind of a passionate, pleasurable, selfish, nice form where you can scream a bit. I guess I needed to scream a little bit." 

Charles Bukowski

six foot over

i've kept

you've ever done

calcium sipper

you led the way

the first month

on the weekend

your guru knew

じゃまたね

as the propping of girls' uchimata feet

"Although I did not share my father's intense aversion to ugliness, which often led us to associate with stupid people, I felt vaguely uncomfortable with anyone devoid of physical charms.  Their resignation to the fact that they were unattractive seemed to me somehow indecent."

feeling any of this

electric guitar

steady as the water that fell past us

Ohio Behind Us

When we ask our mother how long we'll be here,

sometimes she says for a while and sometimes
she tells us not to ask anymore
because she doesn't know how long we'll stay
in the house where she grew up
on the land she's always known.

When we ask, she tells us
this is where she used to belong
but her sister, Caroline, our aunt Kay, has moved
to the North,
her brother Odell is dead now,
and her baby brother, Robert, says he's almost saved
enough money to follow Caroline to New York City.

Maybe I should go there, too, my mother says.
Everyone else, she says,
has a new place to be now.

Everyone else
has gone away.

And now coming back home
isn't really coming back home
at all.

‪Jacqueline Woodson‬, Brown Girl Dreaming

gingeretrosa

"I can't say it. I'll explode if I can't say it."

land on the ground

washin' my hands of attachments

birds pass by

to tell me that I'm not alone

it reminds me of walking through the avenues

if you doubt that i'll be there

we were meant to sleep in the dirt

daylight

you say everything has changed

i never said it always stays the same