Todos tenemos un antiguo amor del que hablar cuando ya nada se puede decir y estĂĄ amaneciendo.
Roberto Bolaño (via fruta-y-menta)
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Todos tenemos un antiguo amor del que hablar cuando ya nada se puede decir y estĂĄ amaneciendo.
Roberto Bolaño (via fruta-y-menta)
The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful.
Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being (via bookmania)
âSuitably Ambiguousâ by Brian Andreas, the StoryPeople Story of the Day for April 27, 2017. For more of this story, click here.
Y ese algo, pese a ocultarse en su interior mĂĄs recĂłndito, deseaba, igual que los niños pequeños cuando juegan al escondite, que alguien lo descubriera un dĂa.
Haruki Murakami (via fruta-y-menta)
It takes some sort of privilege to sit back and not vote in November just because Bernie canât run. Get that âBernie or Bustâ foolishness out of my face. Your silence is a vote for Trump. Your silence is hurting people. Unify the Party. Vote Hillary.
Splitting the vote between Gore and Nader gave us 8 fucking years of W. Bush. Ideological purity is fine, up to a point. But this election is too important to pull that shit.
AsĂ cabal.
Though I may seem at times somewhat distant from you, through the gray mist of my own moods, I am never far; my thoughts always circle around you.
Friedrich Nietzsche  (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
Sentada de cuclillas en la cama, ella lo mirĂł largamente, le recorriĂł el cuerpo desnudo de la cabeza a los pies, como estudiĂĄndole las pecas y los poros, y dijo: âLo Ășnico que te cambiarĂa es el domicilio.
Eduardo Galeano (via fruta-y-menta)
OjalĂĄ estuvieras mĂĄs cerca.
The Nightly Show, October 15, 2015
The Son of Man by René Magritte, 1964
Bob and burger, by Derek Schroeder, 2015
Watch:Â Poet Porsha Olayiwola heartbreakingly reminds us all that black womenâs lives matter too.Â
EVERY SINGLE PERSON NEEDS TO SEE THIS.
Truth Coming Out of Her Well to Shame Mankind, 1896 by Jean-Léon GérÎme
Women scientists made up 25% of the Pluto fly-by New Horizon team. Make sure you share this, because erasing womenâs achievements in science and history is a tradition. Happens every day. http://pluto.jhuapl.edu/News-Center/News-Article.php?page=20150712
Yan Ping, la mĂĄs crack.
Te besarĂa levemente apenas rozĂĄndote mis labios, y te dirĂa cualquier cosa en voz baja, y me quedarĂa dormido a tu lado⊠pero no estĂĄs.
Jaime Sabines (via letropia)