February 2012
“She is like a mathematical equation, always there and impossible to disprove.”
– Jeanette Winterson, Sexing the Cherry (via everythingwillburn)
i want someone to surprise me. not by chance but...
give me something to write about. today is not yesterday or tomorrow or just a day. it is TODAY. and in virtue of that it deserves everything you have.
“Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one...”
– Claude Monet (via creatingaquietmind)
Being naked always made me so very aware of the...
His thoughts are like floodlights. My thoughts pass over and through him like the beads of a multicoloured abacus, to and fro between the trees. Making rainbows.
I am not on my own. Smiles surround me and I don’t feel lonely anymore, not hollow or absent or deficient. But undeniably I have s sense of being continually and definitively alone.
i don't want to be that crashing wave but i'll...
konradbayer:
Soundscape of Marrakech
Just...
I laugh enough to make me breathless every day. I love the underground bookshops, cafes with whole walls covered in foreign currency, churches which double as art galleries, the man who plays violin walking tightrope in the square. Churches which double as acoustic venues. How all the best streets are cobbled, the second hand vinyl stand in the market. Churches which double as cafes, watching the...
it made me feel really strange. Like I couldn't...