May 2010
April 2010
Despair, the end of the world I hear the rising phoenix in my dream And the virgin child made her wish upon a star That night her mother talks no more Cape of hope, the end of the dream A shiny fish splashes in a stream And the virgin child loses her heart and soul That night her mother’s eyes see no more When the wind blows The virgin child’s corpse sings a song Such...
Can’t get my mind of those memories Now Time to tell them don’t take my dream Still music keeps on turning me from the words that hurt my soul Removing doubts from my mind Those long days passing by from that door Like late summer they slowly fade away Finding ways through the favorite tune Play all day with my eyes closed Those long days passing by from that door Like late summer...
thunderbolts:
One story about soulmates, presented by Aristophanes in Plato’s Symposium, is that humans originally consisted of four arms, four legs, and a single head made of two faces, but Zeus feared their power and split them all in half, condemning them to spend their lives searching for the other half to complete them:
[Primeval man] could walk upright as men now do, backwards or...
I DAWWWWWWW'd
A person with whom you have an immediate connection the moment you meet — a connection so strong that you are drawn to them in a way you have never experienced before. As this connection develops over time, you experience a love so deep, strong and complex, that you begin to doubt that you have ever truly loved anyone prior. Your soulmate understands and connects with you in every way...
“Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to...”
– (via hongkongaton, thechocolatebrigade)
i love you josephchan
whenever i feel like being incredibly flamingly gay i just knock you up and you give me all the ass-poundings i could need <33
so my grandmother's sister died today
i never knew her, nor did i hear much of her, but i did know that she had a hard life in cuba. she was saving up money to come to america, but couldn’t get her passport, i really don’t know.
i don’t know what to say here, i feel horrible, but… i just don’t know how to show it. may she rest in peace, away from the horrible life she lived.
i am such a woman good god
There’s no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard No song that I could sing But I can try for your heart, our dreams, and they are made out of real things like a shoebox of photographs with sepia-toned loving Love is the answer at least for most of the questions in my heart, like Why are we here? And where do we go? And how come it’s so hard? It’s...
