Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.
Man, oh man, bachata. Going dancing tonight, super pumped.
I have loved hours at sea, gray cities,
The fragile secret of a flower,
Music, the making of a poem
That gave me heaven for an hour;
First stars above a snowy hill,
Voices of people kindly and wise,
And the great look of love, long hidden,
Found at last in meeting eyes.
I have loved much and been loved deeply —
Oh when my spirit’s fire burns low,
Leave me the darkness and the stillness,
I shall be tired and glad to go.
—Sarah Teasdale
The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.
—Albert Camus (via elledots)
(Source: quote-book, via elledots)
Bérénice Bejo and Jean Dujardin in The Artist
(Source: adanadadapreguica)
I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.
And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!
—“Afternoon on a Hill” by Edna Saint Vincent Millay
Song Lyrics! “Esme” by Joanna Newsom
I can feel a difference,
today, a difference.
All of us in our towns
fearing God like a mistress.
We lay on our box, in the sun,
watching you and your women,
sat up and blinked when you appeared
so pale you were nearly clear.
Later, I stumbled to my bed
all alone in the branches.
I laid in the dark
thinking about all of my friends and their changes
And, I do not know if you know just what you have done.
You were the sweetest one I have ever laid my eyes upon.
It’s a beautiful town with the rain coming down,
Blackberry, Rosemary, Jimmy Crack Corn.
You’ve got the run of the place now that you’re running around.
And may kindness, kindness, kindness abound.
In this hour of our lives,
our effortless plenty,
how do we know which parts of our hearts
want what with such base generosity?
Taking so many photographs,
so amazed, we’ve never seen a baby so newly born.
And the bulbs do flash as bright as morning;
this crowd keeps on gathering like an electric storm.
The phantom of love moves among us at will;
each phantom in us has got an angel.
So confused, like the wagging ghost tail of a bulldog,
kindness, kindness prevails!
Kindness prevails!
Ties and rails, ties and rails,
fall into lines bearing kindness.
Where will you go if not here;
what will you say when you write to us?
And, this is a world of terrible hardship
everywhere on our search for words to set you at ease.
But, there in the looking glass a kite is soaring
still in my roaring heart and my trembling knees.
Clean as a breeze, bright as a day,
all of the people gather to say,
Sweet Esme, sweet Esme.
Oh, oh, oh…
I believe love will always surround you,
brave as a bear, with a heart rare and true.
But, If you are scared, if you are blue,
I’ve prepared a small song for you:
sweet Esme, sweet Esme
Love me, because love doesn’t exist, and I have tried everything that does.
—Jonathan Safran Foer
“Ojala” by Silvio Rodriguez. I am really, really vibing this song right now.
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
