Nazrin

[ourstaturestouchtheskies]

The Lament for Icarus – Herbert James Draper // Don't Blame Me – Taylor Swift

suggested by @chloethemachine 💛

[hromantics]

is it? is it? is it?

[taylornation]

and on the third anniversary of evermore, we finally live in a world where we can scream “WHAT A SHAME SHE’S FUCKED IN THE HEAD” live with taylor. 🥂

[nazrinjamalova]

one for the money, two for the show, i never was ready so i watched you go

sometimes you just don't know the answer 'til someone's on their knees and asks you

"she would've made such a lovely bride, what a shame she's fucked in the head" they said

but you'll find the real thing instead, she'll patch up your tapestry that i shred

[highvolumetal]

Irreversible , Gaspar Noé , 2002.

[thoughtkick]

“Be careful who you make memories with. Those things can last a lifetime.”

— Ugo Eze

[valentina-poem]

[highvolumetal]

Irreversible , Gaspar Noé , 2002.

[nazrinjamalova]

"i know these will all be stories some day, and our pictures will become old photographs. we all become somebody's mom or dad. but right now, these moments are not stories. this is happening. i am here, and i am looking at her. and she is so beautiful. i can see it. this one moment when you know you're not a sad story. you are alive. and you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. and you're listening to that song, and that drive with the people who you love most in this world. and in this moment, i swear, we are infinite."

[nazrinjamalova]

nature

[angwyanarborkid]

Me: I'm not a sl*t

Them:

what was I saying? I suddenly don't remember

[nazrinjamalova]

i am i am i am

[nazrinjamalova]

[nazrinjamalova]

the land of make believe.

[amargedom]

“I want to be with you, it is as simple, and as complicated as that.”

— Charles Bukowski

[gypsyastronaut]

[bnmxfld]

“I love that word. Forever. I love that forever doesn’t exist, but we have a word for it anyway, and use it all the time. It’s beautiful and doomed.”

— Viv Albertine

[nazrinjamalova]

when tomorrow starts without me,

and i'm not there to see,

if the sun should rise and find your eyes

all filled with tears for me,

i wish so much you wouldn't cry

the way you did today,

while thinking of the many things,

we didn't get to say.

i know how much you love me,

as much as i love you,

and each time that you think of me,

i know you'll miss me too.

but when tomorrow starts without me,

please try to understand,

that an angel came and called my name,

and took me by the hand,

and said my place was ready,

in heaven far above,

and that i'd have to leave behind

all those i dearly love.

but as i turned to walk away,

a tear fell from my eye

for all my life, i'd always thought,

i didn't want to die.

i had so much to live for,

so much left yet to do,

it seemed almost impossible,

that i was leaving you.

i thought of all the yesterdays

the good ones and the bad,

i thought of all the love we shared,

and all the fun we had.

if i could re-live yesterday

just even for a while,

i'd say good-bye and kiss you

and maybe see you smile.

but then i fully realized,

that this could never be,

for emptiness and memories,

would take the place of me.

and when i thought of worldly things,

i might miss come tomorrow,

i thought of you, and when i did,

my heart was filled with sorrow.

but when i walked through heaven's gates,

i felt so much at home

when god looked down and smiled at me,

from his great golden throne.

he said, "this is eternity,

and all i've promised you."

today your life on earth is past,

but here life starts anew.

i promise no tomorrow,

but today will always last,

and since each day's the same way

there's no longing for the past.

you have been so faithful,

so trusting and so true.

though there were times

you did some things

you knew you shouldn't do.

but you have been forgiven

and now at last you're free.

so won't you come and take my hand

and share my life with me?

so when tomorrow starts without me,

don't think we're far apart,

for every time you think of me,

i'm right here, in your heart.

—david romano, "if tomorrow starts without me"

[nazrinjamalova]

do not stand at my grave and weep

i am not there. i do not sleep.

i am a thousand winds that blow

i am the diamond glints on snow. 

i am the sunlight on ripened grain.

i am the gentle autumn rain. 

when you awaken in the morning's hush 

i am the swift uplifting rush 

of quiet birds in circled flight.

i am the soft stars that shine at night. 

do not stand at my grave and cry; 

i am not there. i did not die.

— mary elizabeth frye, “do not stand at my grave and weep”