stuff your eyes with wonder

te quiero, tumblr. un montón

pero a veces me rompés bien las que no tengo


invent yourself and then reinvent yourself,
don’t swim in the same slough.
invent yourself and then reinvent yourself and
stay out of the clutches of mediocrity.

invent yourself and then reinvent yourself,
change your tone and shape so often that they can never categorize you.

reinvigorate yourself and
accept what is
but only on the terms that you have invented
and reinvented.

be self-taught.

and reinvent your life because you must;
it is your life and
its history
and the present
belong only to

Charles Bukowski, "no leaders, please" (via sad-plath)

(Source: sad-plath)

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My darling, my sweetheart, I am in your sway

The Decemberists, Rise to Me

quienesesachica replied to your post: Woop! I call this the I-survived-the-a…

Pedro Páramo! <3

¡Hasta que me encontró! Otra explicación no hay porque entré a la librería y el primer libro en el que me fijé fue ese. El llano en llamas ya lo había leído, pero tenerlo nunca esta de más :P

anothingman replied to your photoset “F. Scott Fitzgerald’s manuscript of The Great Gatsby, published today…”

Gatsby creía en la luz verde, el orgiástico futuro que, año tras año, aparece ante nosotros… Nos esquiva, pero no importa; mañana correremos más de prisa, abriremos los brazos, y…un buen día. Y así vamos adelante, botes que reman contra la corriente

incesantemente arrastrados hacia el pasado. :)

F. Scott Fitzgerald's manuscript of The Great Gatsby, published today in 1925

Where do the words go
when we have said them?

Margaret Atwood, from “The Small Cabin”

Hans Christian Andersen's The Steadfast Tin Soldier, illustrated by Fred Marcellino

wonderlalia replied to your post: “I would like to watch you sleepi…

I really, really love this poem. But it the only Atwood poetry I’ve read! Any other favourites? :)

I borrowed Selected Poems II: 1976-1986 from the library this week and have been slowwwly (I’m not exaggerating with the w’s. It’s been slow :P) making my way through these poems, savouring the words and lingering on the images they conjure up. So far it’s been a lovely process, but I haven’t made much progress (hey that rhymed! and I’m rambling now). The ones from this edition I’m loving so far are: “The Woman Who Could Not Live With Her Faulty Heart” , “The Woman Makes Peace With Her Faulty Heart”, “Marsh, Hawk”, “A Red Shirt”, “You Begin” and “A Women’s Issue”. (and “More and More”, though it’s not in this edition). I plan to finish the rest of the poems this weekend :D