February 2012
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And I wonder does anybody feel the way I do? And is evil just something you are, or something you do?
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I’m still heartbroken that I can’t go to Primavera, it keeps creeping up on me with reminders of how much I’m going to miss.
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It is almost impossible to be content. It’s absolutely humanly impossible. You spend your entire life with this driving force for contentment, and you never actually arrive. You’re putting everything off for a day in your life that never happens. You realise you have spent your whole life waiting for one specific day, and it’s very strange, it’s like whether you...
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I could never write something that I didn’t really feel. I could never pretend, I could never slip into a world of fantasy. I mean, The Smiths most certainly are not interested in escapism. It’s really very pointless. So, when I sing ‘There Is A Light That Never Goes Out,’ I have felt that way so many times. I went through years as a teenager when I was very isolated. I had...
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Nous parlons en silence D’une jeunesse vieille Nous savons tous les deux Que le monde sommeille Par manque d’imprudence
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Where we’re from, the birds sing a pretty song and there’s always music in the air.
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danielnolan:
I was driving my car I crashed and broke my spine So yes there are things Worse in life than Never being someone’s “sweetie”
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I’m glad I don’t like spinach, because if I did then I would eat it, and I can’t stand the stuff. It’s the same with you, only the other way around. Ferdinand, Pierrot Le Fou
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Cold bites with sharp teeth Street-light casts raindrop shadows I want to go home
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Anonymous asked: are you going to university, and if so, where/what are you studying? i find you interesting.
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She was breathing deeply, she forgot the cold, the weight of beings, the insane or static life, the long anguish of living or dying. After so many years running from fear, fleeing crazily, uselessly, she was finally coming to a halt. At the same time she seemed to be recovering her roots, and the sap rose anew in her body, which was no longer trembling. Pressing her whole belly against the...
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Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly. Franz Kafka
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franklymrshanklyy:
We are all receding - waving or beckoning or just kissing our fingertips, we are all fading, shrinking, paling. Life is all losing, we are all losing, losing mother, father, youth, hair, looks, teeth, friends, lovers, shape, reason, life. We are losing, losing, losing. Take life away. It’s too hard, too difficult. We aren’t any good at it. Try us out on something else. But...
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Where Is My Mind? (Pixies) - Dan Nolan I’m...
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“The first progressive step for a mind overwhelmed by the strangeness of things...”
– Albert Camus (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
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I often looked at myself with furious discontent, which verged on loathing, and so I inwardly attributed the same feeling to everyone. I hated my face, for instance: I thought it disgusting, and even suspected that there was something base in my expression, and so every day when I turned up at the office I tried to behave as independently as possible, and to assume a lofty expression, so that I...
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Anonymous asked: Why does Robert Smith hate Morrissey?
