Tiempo para amantes

Juan Andrés Martínez Zuleta

[this-onegoes]

- Blythe Baird

[fayan2012]

Su cabello era un desastre, pero así me gustaba a mi, porque solo así, yo disfrutaba de acariciarlo

Fabian Malaver 

(via fayan2012)

Seguir leyendo

(via bohemiofilosofico)

[fyp-philosophy]

I know simply that the sky will last longer than I.

Albert Camus, Summer in Algiers  (via wordsnquotes)

[kafkaesque-world]

Vladimir Nabokov, teaching his students how to read Kafka, pointed out to them that the insect into which Gregor Samsa is transformed is in fact a winged beetle, an insect that carries its wings under its armored back, and that if Gregor had only discovered them, he would have been able to escape. And then Nabokov added: ‘Many a Dick and a Jane grow up like Gregor, unaware that they too have wings and can fly.

Vladimir Nabokov on Kafka’s Metamorphosis (via kafkaesque-world)

[theliteraryjournals]

…And the two of them loved each other for a long time in silence without making love again.

Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera (via wordsnquotes)

[fictionalauthority]

Bully-worship, under various disguises, has become a universal religion.

George Orwell (via thestylishgypsy)

[sxppho]

But if thought corrupts language, language can also corrupt thought.

George Orwell, 1984 (via cesxreborgia)

[charlesdclimer]

Invictus BY WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.

(via thestylishgypsy)

[archaeologicals-deactivated2016]

I know of witches who whistle at different pitches, calling things that don’t have names.

Helen Oyeyemi, White is for Witching (via archaeologicals)

[sublimequotesilove]

Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.

Charles Bukowski. (via sublimequotesilove)

[wordsnquotes]

Only the strong go crazy. The weak just go along.

Assata Shakur (via wordsnquotes)

[thelovejournals]

Soon we will be strangers. No, we can never be that. Hurting someone is an act of reluctant intimacy. We will be dangerous acquaintances with a history.

Hanif Kureishi, Intimacy and Midnight All Day: A Novel and Stories (via thelovejournals)

[buttonpoetry]

Swim. I want to go home. Dissolve. I want to go home. Drown.

Safia Elhillo - “To Make Use of Water” (CUPSI 2016)

[denisesoyletras]

La inmortalidad, Milan Kundera

[thequotejournals]

Maybe you have to know the darkness before you can appreciate the light.

Madeleine L'Engle, A Ring of Endless Light  (via thequotejournals)

[wnq-writers]

Love is the greatest motivator.

Bruce Adler (via wnq-writers)

[natanvance]

One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.

Friedrich Nietzsche (via natanvance)