Babal-on

Is it better to be loved rather than feared, or feared rather than loved? It might perhaps be answered that we should wish to be both. ~ Machiavelli

[babal-on]

Heligoland - Planetstruck and spellbound; the wreck of matter and the crush of worlds.

[nevver]

Word on the street, Philippe Chancel

[keikomivra]

friends are not nom noms

[babal-on]

Death Cab For Cutie - "Black Sun" (Official Video)

There is an answer in a question And there is hope within despair And there is beauty in a failure, And there are depths beyond compare There is a role of a lifetime And there's a song yet to be sung And there's a dumpster in the driveway Of all the plans that came undone

[writerswritecompany]

Words

[babal-on]

Every light casts its shadow, the territory of darkness where dwell our deepest desires. Like all unchartered territory, treasures are hidden in shadows.

But no matter how much gold is in them, they are still veiled in shadow, remaining obscured with dark corners and uncertainties.

It is the light which dazzles us, but illuminates the path on which we walk.

But it is only the shadows that truly define us: it is there where no light shines, where the soul resides - what we want, what we seek, what we hide… what we really are.

~ La Cocinera de Castamar

[babal-on]

Nouvelle Vague - Israel I think Siouxsie Sioux would approve of this French Nouveau Reggae version. It’s cool as..

[babal-on]

Nouvelle Vague - A Forest (Full Track)

More Happy Happy Goth Goth. :)

[babal-on]

Nouvelle Vague - Marian (Full Track)

Happy Happy Goth Goth :)

[babal-on]

What I haven't said in this letter, Mal, what I've been trying to write among all these scattered words is, is that I'm afraid. I'm scared, Mal. We grew up reading about a Saint who would one day perform a miracle of light and solve our country's problems, and we knew that was a lie. We knew that no stranger ever solved our problems for us. No great miracle was coming. That's why we had each other. The world is hard and cruel, but we had each other, and that was enough. That was everything. If Saints were once real, they've long since left us. Yet now, everyone is looking at me like I'm the answer. Like I'm the miracle the world has been waiting for. Or perhaps they know I'm a fraud, an imposter. I'm terrified. Of failure or success. If I really do have this power, who am I? I would be everything we mocked and dismissed. A stranger to myself. And to you. You once told me you were the most scared when you were lost. But getting lost can happen even when you know where you are. You told me about cardinal north and true north. Cardinal north is a direction on a map. True north? True north is home. It is where you feel safe and loved. You have always been my true north, Mal. And if I am to survive this, I need to be home again, with you. ~ Alina.

[babal-on]

Make peace

With whatever you need

To feed your soul

Cos at first light

The clock starts again

No shame

Whatever it takes

To make you whole

It's a long night

We'll be here again

I'll be waiting for you

Cos it feels like

We both need a friend...

[cisarovna]

[archaeo-geek]

I’ve read that Agatha said she loved being married to an archaeologist because the older she got, the more interesting he found her. And I think that is one of the best quotes about love that I have ever heard.

[babal-on]

Holy Shit - What a story. Agatha Christie was a bad ass babe.🔥

[writerswritecompany]

Words

[babal-on]

I Want to Believe...

[writerswritecompany]

Quotable – Hermione Lee

Find out more about the author here

[tastefullyoffensive]

[babal-on]

Most days... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[johnnythehorsepart2]

[wilwheaton]

Fuck yes this sounds great.

[babal-on]

😆🔥

[wilwheaton]

Listen to the silence, let it ring on. Eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun. We would have a fine time living in the night, Left to blind destruction, Waiting for our sight.And we would go on as though nothing was wrong. And hide from these days we remained all alone. Staying in the same place, just staying out the time. Touching from a distance, Further all the time.

Ian Curtis, Transmission (via wilwheaton)