I now want to live with my grand grandma. Is that such a bad thing? well i guess it’s just that her house makes me feel home. And I’ve never been to a real home. The only thing that creeps me out is the church bell which is rung at midnight. I’m going back to Monterrey today and I wish I could say “home, sweet home”, but it doesn’t feel that way. Gone.
The Album Leaf’s new album, A Chorus of Storytellers, is like an auditory dream. People, it’s really pretty. Take “Falling From the Sun,” for instance. A floaty type of feeling welled up inside of me as soon as the cymbal swelled. Listening to this album is akin to laying in the lush, dewy grass in spring. It’s so light, airy, and intimate. Not exactly a risky or innovative effort on The Album Leaf’s part, but it still makes for a damn good listen.
Miles away, feeling lonely and tired. Oh dear… give me back my brain. It’s almost valentines and i’ll stay here, without you, because they said so, because it wasn’t wrong, because they wanted to. What do I want? what do I REALLY want? I want to feel you, I want to feel you closer. That’s all I’m asking for.
Ella, con la piel del mismo color que su vestido carmín hecho jirones, lo miró desde el otro lado de la balsa con una mueca de profundo desprecio. Era increíble que hace apenas setenta y dos horas, aquella ruina bailara perdida en sus brazos, bellísima, con el cabello rubio en perfectos rizos hasta lo hombros y una mirada tan diáfana como los cielos de primavera.
Pero los cruceros también se hunden. Igual que el amor a primera vista.
This curious and very ingenious love letter dropped from the pocket of a young gentleman who is well known in sporting circles, was picked up by a matron of his town, and would in all probability have been for ever in oblivion, had it not been for the present publisher, who determined to have it printed for the information of all young bachelors.
The great love and tenderness I have hitherto expressed for you
is false, and I now feel that my indifference towards you
increases proportionally every day, and the more I see you
the more I appear ridiculous, and an object of contempt, and
the more I feel disposed, inclined, and finally determined, to
hate you. Believe me I never had the least inclination to
offer you my hand and heart. Our last conversation has
I assure you, left a wretched insipidity, which has by no means
possessed me with the most exalted opinion of your character.
Yes, madam, and you will much oblige me, by avoiding me.
And if ever we are united, I shall experience nothing but the
fearful hatred of my parents, added to an everlasting dis-
pleasure of living with you. Yes, madam, I think sincerely.
You need not put yourself to the smallest trouble or send or
write me an answer -Adieu. And believe that I am
so averse to you, that is really impossible I should ever be,
Madam, your affectionate lover til death, W. GOFF.
There are two ways of reading it; the father compelled his daughter to show him all letters sent to her - the unsuspecting father reads straight forward, but his daughter having the clue, reads the first, third, and fifth lines, and so on. Then, the contrast will be discovered.
“I used to like to play with my Ken and Barbie dolls. Ken was my favorite. Then one Christmas, I got them a camper. All they wanted to do was hang out by themselves. So I wasn’t too upset when they took that wrong turn and went over the cliff.”—My girl.
“The secret is out, you were weak all along
i hear the laughter in the next room
my thoughts scatter
it’s as if they don’t want to be found out
how do i keep going, how do i sleep at night?
it’s like happiness, it’s a goal we chase,
we obtain, and then it slips through our finger tips
the mistakes we made, we learn from them
or we learn how to make them again.”—
“In my solitude, many miles from men and houses, I am in a childishly happy and carefree state of mind, which you are incapable of understanding unless someone explains it to you.”—Knut Hamsun (via deutschelufthansa)