Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.
~Anais Nin
Sunday, June 23, 2013
Saturday, June 22, 2013
What Would You Do (Live)
"What would you do if your son was at home,
Crying all alone on the bedroom floor,
'Cause he's hungry,
And the only way to feed him is to, sleep with a man for a little bit of money?
And his daddy's gone,
In and out of lock down,
I ain't got a job now,
He's just smokin' rock now,
So for you this is just a good time,
But for me, this is what I call life."
Girl, you ain't the only one to have a baby,
That's no excuse to be living all crazy
So she stared me right square in the eye
and said, "Everyday I wake up hopin' to die."
~Bastille
Crying all alone on the bedroom floor,
'Cause he's hungry,
And the only way to feed him is to, sleep with a man for a little bit of money?
And his daddy's gone,
In and out of lock down,
I ain't got a job now,
He's just smokin' rock now,
So for you this is just a good time,
But for me, this is what I call life."
Girl, you ain't the only one to have a baby,
That's no excuse to be living all crazy
So she stared me right square in the eye
and said, "Everyday I wake up hopin' to die."
~Bastille
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Heart of Darkness
We could not understand because we were too far and could not remember because we were travelling in the night of first ages, of those ages that are gone, leaving hardly a sign—and no memories. The earth seemed unearthly. We are accustomed to look upon the shackled form of a conquered monster, but there—there you could look at a thing monstrous and free.
~Joseph Conrad
~Joseph Conrad
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
City of Lost Souls
It was strange how your world could shift on its axis and everything you trusted could invert itself in what seemed like no time at all.
~Cassandra Clare
Saturday, June 8, 2013
Rime of the Ancient Mariner
The naked hulk alongside came
And the twain were casting dice;
`The game is done! I've won! I've won!'
Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
~Samuel Taylor Coleridge
And the twain were casting dice;
`The game is done! I've won! I've won!'
Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
~Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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