Brontë kitty.
Bob Dylan - July 26, 1963 Newport Folk Festival
Photos by Rowland Scherman
Jean-Paul Sartre’s letter to Simone de Beauvoir
the fact that stars exist and we can look at them every single night for free just makes me go !!!!!!!!!!!!
Bought an old, used copy of Milan Kundera's The Unbearable Lightness of Being – it’s inscribed and full of underlined passages; how could anyone get rid of this?
Nina Simone.
I wish I felt that more in my life.
Me saying bye to my cat: Goodbye, I love you!!! Make good choices today. Don't forget that you're the most beautiful cat that has ever walked this earth. I'll be thinking of you all day!
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Reinvention doesn’t have to be earth-shattering. Accepting yourself is a form of reinvention because you go through the world differently. You can look at yourself and like yourself. You don’t want to destroy yourself. When you start treating other people better, that’s reinvention.
You don’t have to go from being an astronaut to a movie star. I’d rather just wake up in the morning and think, ‘Yeah, alright, I’m ok with who I am and I’m going to treat myself well today and be nice to everyone.’ That’s plenty of reinvention for the average person, including myself. Generosity and graciousness, we could all benefit from a little more of that.
Carrie Brownstein (via salesonfilm)
Source: format.com
And my sister, she is gonna die trying With her heart ablaze And a fighting song Not me, I'll be a dandelion Ooh, give a gust of wind And I'm gone
Source: Spotify
[...]nerviosos, mis dedos,
Se mueven hacia el cielo imitando tijeras.
Oh, mis dedos quisieran
Cortar estrellas.
Alfonsina Storni, “Dos palabras”
I swim in the sky; I float; my body is full of flowers, flowers with fingers giving me acute, acute caresses, sparks, jewels, quivers of joy, dizziness, such dizziness. Music inside of one, drunkenness. Only closing the eyes and remembering, and the hunger, the hunger for more, more, the great hunger, the voracious hunger, and thirst.
Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin (via booklust)
Lo extraño es que no sólo llueve afuera, otra lluvia enigmática y sin agua nos toma de sorpresa/y de sorpresa llueve en el corazón/llueve en el alma.
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It is late now, I am a bit tired; the sky is irritated by stars. And I love you, I love you, I love you – and perhaps this is how the whole enormous world, shining all over, can be created – out of five vowels and three consonants.
Vladimir Nabokov, from Letters To Vera (via oiseauperdu)
to Henry Miller