stuff your eyes with wonder
Sometimes the sky is so big and I feel so little at night. That’s the problem with being cloud. The sky is so terribly big. Why is it worse at night, when I have such an urge to communicate and no language with which to form the words? Only colors. Pictures.
Sandra Cisneros, from “Never Marry a Mexican”

the moon is hiding in
her hair.
The
lily
of heaven
full of all dreams,
draws down.

cover her briefness in singing
close her with intricate faint birds
by daisies and twilights
Deepen her,

Recite
upon her
flesh
the rain’s

pearls singly-whispering.


e.e. cummings, “the moon is hiding in”
music shuffle thingy!

You can tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. Put your music on shuffle and write down the first 10 songs that come up. Then tag 10 people (or however many you’d prefer)! Don’t skip any songs!

I was tagged by wonderlalia! :D (ps – I promise at some point in this life I’ll complete the other two challenges you tagged me in a million years ago >.< I started them but they turned sort of longish and then I kind of forgot. I’m the worst, sorry!)

Anyway, songs!

1. TwoRyan Adams and The Cardinals
2. SadieJoanna Newsom
3. St. Christopher is Coming HomeFrank Turner
4. Do I WaitRyan Adams
5. One Week Last SummerJoni Mitchell
6. FirecrackerRyan Adams
7. La sombraPosavasos
8. KodachromeConor Oberst and the Mystic Valley Band
9. Azucar del EsteroLisandro Aristimuño
10. I Don’t Belong to AnyoneBonnie ‘Prince’ Billy

Don’t know what this list says about me, probably that I like a nice, folkish ride home :P
I feel like a jerk for not tagging but have no idea who to tag! I’ve seen this meme go by my dash for a while now, I’m pretty sure most people have done it. Hmm.

122 plays

"Cuando te busco no hay sitio en donde no estés."

Gustavo Cerati, Cactus


Will I be something?
Am I something?

And the answer comes:
You already are.
You always were.
And you still have time to be.

Anis Mojgani, from “Here I Am” (via contramonte)


¡Feliz cumpleaños, cronopio! :)

[N]os besamos como si tuviéramos la boca llena de flores o de peces, de movimientos vivos, de fragancia oscura.
Julio Cortázar, Rayuela
br