Mar
29
porque sí, porque sí, porque sí!
Soy mujer, porteña, veinteañera, bostera, melómana, geminiana, poliglota, coqueta y bonne vivante. Este blog es el patchwork de mis días.
Publicaciones etiquetadas como quote
Ene
13
“People talk about the break up of the group as though it was a tragedy, which is nonsense. They don’t say it’s amazing how long they lasted together. What other group has lasted as successfully as they? And as amicably? For nearly a decade-it really is pretty remarkable. It’s amazing to me, human nature being what it is, that they didn’t break up earlier under the strain of superstardom. They were living in a golden prison all the time and not growing into individual lives. Now they’re living individual lives and enjoying it.”
George Martin (via theballadofpaulandlinda)
(vía theballadofpaulandlinda)
Ago
18
“Lo supe siempre. No hay nadie que aguante la libertad ajena; a nadie le gusta vivir con una persona libre. Si eres libre, ése es el precio que tienes que pagar: la soledad.”
Chavela Vargas. (via aruasi)
(vía esbaca)
Ago
17
“Cuantas veces me dijeron que no, a mi y sobreviví, dame la mano y veni, que te enseño a perder.”
Andres Calamaro (via veranodel93)
Ago
13
“Yo sé que hay una trampa en cada sueño,
que la esperanza es un castigo más.” Fragmento de Distancias, Alejandro Dolina (via nadamejorqueotroperonista)
que la esperanza es un castigo más.” Fragmento de Distancias, Alejandro Dolina (via nadamejorqueotroperonista)
Ago
2
“It’s hard to get along with people. As much as you try to like them and accept them as individuals, it becomes difficult because they keep getting out of line and wasting your time.”
Henry Rollins (via arikin)
Jul
27
“Sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested.”
Hunter S. Thompson (via twowaltzingmice)
(vía joeomo)
Jul
26
“I think it’s great for two people to be together. That is a good number. I think, that to keep it alive though, you can’t spend every day together. It wears out the magic, Love means nothing to me if it’s not fortified with fierce, painful longing, brief explosive instances of furious passion and intimacy and then a sad parting for a time. In that way, you can give your life to it and still have a life of your own.
I think some couples spend too much time together. They flatten out the potential for experience by constant closeness. Passion builds over time like steam. Let it rage until it’s exhausted and then leave it alone to let it build up again. Why can’t love be insane and distorted? How can it be vital if it has the same threshold as normal day-to-day experience? Why can’t you write burning letters and let your nocturnal self smolder with desire for one who is not there? Why not let the days before you see her be excruciating and ferment in your mind so on the day you go to the airport to pick her up, you’re nearly sick with anticipation?
And then when desire shows the first sign of contentment, throw it back it its cage and let it slowly build itself back into a state of starved fury. Then when you are together, it all matters. So that when you look into her eyes, you lose your balance, so that when she touches you, it feels like you have never been touched before. When she says your name, you think it was she who named you. When she has gone, you bury your face in the pillow to smell her hair and you lie awake at night remembering your face in her neck, her breathing and the amazing smell of her skin. Your eyes go wet because you want her so bad and miss her so much. Now that is worth the miles and the time. That matches the inferno of life.
Otherwise you poison each other with your presence day after day as you drag each other through the inevitable mundane aspects of your lives. That is the slow death that I see slapped on faces everywhere I go. It’s part of the world’s sadness that’s more empty than cold, poorly lit rooms in cities of the American night.” Henry Rollins (via talion)
I think some couples spend too much time together. They flatten out the potential for experience by constant closeness. Passion builds over time like steam. Let it rage until it’s exhausted and then leave it alone to let it build up again. Why can’t love be insane and distorted? How can it be vital if it has the same threshold as normal day-to-day experience? Why can’t you write burning letters and let your nocturnal self smolder with desire for one who is not there? Why not let the days before you see her be excruciating and ferment in your mind so on the day you go to the airport to pick her up, you’re nearly sick with anticipation?
And then when desire shows the first sign of contentment, throw it back it its cage and let it slowly build itself back into a state of starved fury. Then when you are together, it all matters. So that when you look into her eyes, you lose your balance, so that when she touches you, it feels like you have never been touched before. When she says your name, you think it was she who named you. When she has gone, you bury your face in the pillow to smell her hair and you lie awake at night remembering your face in her neck, her breathing and the amazing smell of her skin. Your eyes go wet because you want her so bad and miss her so much. Now that is worth the miles and the time. That matches the inferno of life.
Otherwise you poison each other with your presence day after day as you drag each other through the inevitable mundane aspects of your lives. That is the slow death that I see slapped on faces everywhere I go. It’s part of the world’s sadness that’s more empty than cold, poorly lit rooms in cities of the American night.” Henry Rollins (via talion)
Jul
21
“I love it when I pull down a boy’s pants and he’s got no knickers on. I like boys who hang loose, because that’s the way their minds work too.”
Shirley Manson