las vegas travelers

we sat and waited for the sun and whatever there was to come

let's be green, he said, let's eat lemons, let's make love let's write short stories about our lives in the sea.

i was grey and brown. i was dark and dry.

it's a glorious day, he said, the rain pouring down his smile, thunders growing louder than his voice, lightning burning at his face. let's bathe into the rain and sun and whatever there is to come.

i was cold and old, my face making all the bad grimaces, my eyes staring into the distance, my body feeling like a thousand years old.

let's go out and meet people, let's tell them stories, the stories of our lives, let's answer their questions about life and love and whatever there is to come.

i looked and looked into the distance and saw no one. i looked and looked and there was no one. i looked at him and he was not there. i looked and looked and felt i was alone.

i turned my back to him. i silenced. i closed my eyes and closed my mind. i ran.

it's been a while now.

tonight the rain falls like way back. my thoughts haven't moved. not an inch. they sting and ache and bite at me. i am older now. i am grey and brown. darker. colder. i am quiet. i don't see people and i don't answer their questions. i don't look at them. for them, i don't exist, just as, back then, they seemed to me invisible.

i don't cry and i don't see beneath the rain

I keep the wolf from the door But he calls me up

my head my hands my heart are forming

waiting for peace, waiting for children to be born

don’t be sad, I know you will,

Am aflat abia ieri ca exista, iar azi am ascultat doar piesa asta. Probabil pentru ca personajul este, de data asta, mai frumos decat muzica pe care o face. Nu stie sa cante, dar nu prea are de ales, pentru ca are prea multe de spus.
Exista un documentar despre el, se numeste The Devil and Daniel Johnston. E genul de film care iti arata, in 2 ore, cum creste si se defineste, si apoi cum imbatraneste un om, fara sa gaseasca niciodata ce cauta. Cel putin mie asta mi-a aratat. Probabil filmul vroia sa spuna altceva.



(Daniel Johnston - True Love Will Find You in the End)

unfortunate niceties

“ I always prefer to believe the best of everybody. It saves so much trouble.

Rudyard Kipling

“ When someone loves you, the
way they say your name is different. 
You just know that your name is safe 
in their mouth. (via bitchville) (via champagne-kisses)

Wait, they don’t love you like I love you.

(via telhia)

“ I wasted all your precious time.
I wasted it all on you.

from “Perfect Depth” by Pavement

I hate us sometimes. We're so shit.

enamors:

(via cutewithoutthee)

“ Sometimes I feel pain that isn’t mine to feel.. (via telhia)

when i need you, i need you quickly

(via enamors

I need to stop falling in love with people that don't exist.

enamors:

suzywire: yourwrite

“ Remember, remember. This is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted.

Sylvia Plath (via impeccableblahs)

“ Basically my wife was immature. I’d be at home in the bath and she’d come in and sink my boats.

Woody Allen

I am everything you despise.

“ I don’t know. I mean - you can be with someone and still be alone.

Martin Amis,  Money

“ Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must live.

Charles Bukowski

“ It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try to live so that our death brings no pleasure on the world.

John Steinbeck, East of Eden

all this came from:  flautapantera.tumblr.com. i liked it. 

so much depends then, upon distance: whether people are near us or far from us

(v. woolf, "to the lighthouse")

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Charles Dickens - A Tale of Two Cities de aici

we hope that you choke that you choke

pack and get dressed

before your father hears us

before all hell breaks loose

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