Brainstorm Session

"Meet me in Montauk."

[edisonbotelho]

A poesia é o discurso das cores Ignorando todos os desacordes Que podem aparecer no meu céu

Poesia é desenho dos passarinhos Ignorando todos os descaminhos Que houver dentro do meu chapéu

Poesia é o cantar das borboletas Inventando dez mil letras Para descrever o teu mel

Poesia é a dança das nuvens Acariciando aqueles vagalumes Que de noite brilham no céu

Edison Botelho

[xxanax-whore]

[vodka-con-amor-deactivated20221]

[feminiista]

[timbllr]

[umquederosa]

O mais importante e bonito, do mundo, é isto: que as pessoas não estão sempre iguais, ainda não foram terminadas – mas que elas vão sempre mudando.

Guimarães Rosa - Grande Sertao: Veredas. (1956)

[blue---rain]

via weheartit

[gyllenhoal]

Captain Fantastic (2016) dir. Matt Ross

[bonjourfrenchwords]

What is important is this interior light that is in everyone. — Jeanne Moreau, French actress (1928-2017) #frenchwords

[plasticblisss]

“We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot.”

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004)

[loseiffert]

there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I’m not going to let anybody see you. there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks never know that he’s in there. there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, I say, stay down, do you want to mess me up? you want to screw up the works? you want to blow my book sales in Europe? there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I’m too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody’s asleep. I say, I know that you’re there, so don’t be sad. then I put him back, but he’s singing a little in there, I haven’t quite let him die and we sleep together like that with our secret pact and it’s nice enough to make a man weep, but I don’t weep, do you?

Charles Bukowski, in “The Last Night of the Earth Poems”. Santa Rosa CA: Black Sparrow, 1992.

[kushtrimthaqi]

My dear, Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover. ~ Falsely yours

Charles Bukowski (via kushtrimthaqi)

[what-strange-lives-we-live]

She’s a mess of gorgeous chaos and you can see it in her eyes.

Charles Bukowski (via what-strange-lives-we-live)

[loseiffert]

Too many guys think I’m a concept, or I complete them, or I’m gonna make them alive. But I’m just a fucked up girl who’s looking for her own peace of mind.

[letsindiebands]

City of stars Are you shining just for me? City of stars There’s so much that I can’t see Who knows? I felt it from the first embrace I shared with you That now our dreams They’ve finally come true

[loseiffert]

[loseiffert]

I needed somewhere to hang my head

Without your noose

You gave me something that I didn't have

But had no use

I was too weak to give in

Too strong to lose

My heart is under arrest again

But I break loose

My head is giving me life or death

But I can't choose

I swear I'll never give in

I refuse

Is someone getting the best The best, the best, the best of you?