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Facades blush too. (à Café Des Arts) https://www.instagram.com/p/CL2cO9alJK0/?igshid=13fx1bgutqvip
Calles intrépidas. (à Geneva, Switzerland) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLht8a9lwu3/?igshid=1s3fq8tu5c0sf
🎨 📩 (à Croix-Rousse) https://www.instagram.com/p/CNKNxlglxH4/?igshid=19b9can57ddmu
🧡 (à Vienne, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/CODEBivFbvw/?igshid=rgljkgnchtmz
🌈💋 (à Lyon, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/CNxNeowF2ki/?igshid=1ipdj3iu1hqf9
A lot of the words I say are leaves
Hanging on the tree of my lips
Changing colors to the seasons
Falling each time they stare at you
Dying as they see your steps vanish off
And lying on the ground like footprints
That will haunt me in my dreams
They should’ve left with you dear
But instead, the ice has buried them
Just to see them long for you baby.
i admire women who could’ve turned cold after everything they’ve been through but still chose love anyway. there’s strength in that.
Salvador Dali
The Disintegration of the Persistence of Memory
(via @lonequixote)
Incertidumbre
Ahí estaba, al filo de la vida. Su pie titubeante que no sabía si andar o retroceder. ¿Era el frío o el temor? –El frío evidentemente. El temor no era suyo, era de alguien más, de esos a los que ella evadía, de quienes huía. Pero sus manos también titubeaban, su respiración no cesaba de agitarse, lo desconocido la desconcertaba. –Es el frio, reiteró. El control se le escapaba de sus manos, como aquellas hojas de árbol muriendo en pleno invierno, cayendo inexorablemente afuera de su ventana. Ese era su show favorito. Un éxodo que jamás se perdía y que le recordaba su vulnerabilidad frente a destino que le aguardaba al otro lado de la calle. –Es la lluvia que me empapa las mejillas, respondió.
Fall in love and stay in love. Explode. Don’t intellectualize. Get passionate about ideas. Cram your head full of images. Stay in the library. Stay off the internet and all that crap. Read all the great books. Read all the great poetry. See all the great films. Fill your life with metaphors. And then explode.
Ray Bradbury • Conversations With Ray Bradbury (via demonofnoontide)
1:00 am: I miss you
1:25 am: I don't care
2:00 am: I need you
2:15 am: That's OK
2:45 am: I look at photos of us
3:00 am: I delete them all
3:10 am: I regret it and cry
4:00 am:I tell to myself everything will be fine.
Once again you break my heart,
Once again you leave me all alone.