December 2009
168 posts
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Casiotone For...
I saw her crying through the rain-spattered window
The wind snatched at her hair and exposed her expression She was brittle and breaking in the temper of the heavens The pieces of beliefs she tried to maintain trailed in her wake I saw her crying through the rain-spattered window And I saw a phantom of myself
Were it so easily done away with
that silent slumber could be stolen for the briefest of all moments, then done and gone it would be: but love, then, a bleeding heart would be punctured and punctuated by every soul-felt sigh and tear so that life were nothing more than a collection of disappointments
Temptation,
know now that a mere word would unfetter the impulse to find delight in you
“now does our world descend
the path to nothingness
(cruel now cancels kind;...”
Gallery Piece — Of Montreal
I love...
THE BEST THING EVER* (*subject to change... →
“I cannot give the reasons,
I only sing the tunes:
the sadness of the seasons...”
Interactive Mustaches! →
“Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak.
—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”
“Never attribute to malice that which can be adequately explained by stupidity.”
Drive-In Saturday — David Bowie
O yes!
Genderfork →
“Whose to say love needs to be soft and gentle?”
– Secretary (2002) (via allisonmcf) (via boneforget)
(Somewhat disturbing movie, but I dug it.)
“You know, you’re a little complicated after all.”
“Oh no,” she assured him...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is The Night (via coffeestained)
WTF Comcast, you're amazing →