January 2010
39 posts
briansun:
Hand on your heart - Jose Gonzalez
“Pure your gentle name, pure your fragile life,
bees, shadows, fire, snow,...”
– Pablo Neruda, part of Tina Modotti’s epitaph. (via lareinaperdida)
Rejection
I didn’t get the job.
I want to live with you in a treehouse. It will...
brycencw:
hearttosoul:
(via Alyce Murphy)
shinyprettythings:
how my heart behaves- feist
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ahopsi:
Trapeze Swinger - Iron & Wine...
I just miss you
Speak to me Antony.
rachelaust:
Bird Girl by...
Suffering of the heart.
Commence TEARS AND HYSTERIA NOW. Commence sobbing and the use of many, many kleenex, tissues, and even my grandmother’s handkerchief. I’ve been told many have been through this before and I say, IT STILL HURTS LIKE HELL!
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My memories smell.
mandr:
Mira - Back in Your Lovin’ Arms
(via...
My other blog, same name, but different. →
Doctors Without Borders on Tumblr →
staff:
Doctors Without Borders is doing an extraordinary amount in Haiti. Please support their efforts and donate anything you can.
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I feel like this sometimes
James Lasdun
It Isn’t Me
It isn’t me, he’d say,
stepping out of a landscape
that offered, he’d thought, the backdrop
to aplausible existence
until he entered it: it’s just not me,
he’d murmur, walking away.
It’s not quite me, he’d explain,
apologetic but firm,
leaving some job they’d found him.
They found him others: he’d...
Earthquake in Haiti →
Funny people is good on so many levels.
wearetheinnovators:
Mark Jackson: “Don’t do this to me. Don’t you put me in this corner where I have to fuck my way out.” Leo: “He’ll do it, too. I’ve seen him do this before.”