The Only Way Home, Is Through You
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Showing posts with label quotes. Show all posts
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
“While doing this I look up, and there you are. From the pink marble of the ancient Greeks, through the Renaissance oil paints, to the Hollywood celluloid of today, I’ve tracked your beauty now pressed in living flesh. Between my restraining tension and your compelling splendor, I would gladly be vanquished….you must have recently shed your skin; you moist, glistening Czarina.”
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
I have time. Please, devour me. Deform me to the point of ugliness. Why not you? I beg you.
I meet you. I remember you. Who are you? You’re destroying me. You’re good for me….How could I know you fit my body like a glove? I like you. How unlikely. I like you. How slow all of a sudden. How sweet. You cannot know. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Friday, May 7, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
I Love You
what does "I love you" mean to you?
this is a perfect definition for me, minus the last part. "it means that i'll be ok when you are with her."
this is a perfect definition for me, minus the last part. "it means that i'll be ok when you are with her."
Sweet Thing

Down your streets and cry
'Hey, it's me, I'm dynamite
And I don't know why'
And you shall take me strongly
In your arms again
And I will not remember
That I even felt the pain.
We shall walk and talk
In gardens all misty and wet with rain
And I will never, never, never
Grow so old again.
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And I will raise my hand up
Into the night time sky
And count the stars
That's shining in your eye
Just to dig it all an' not to wonder
That's just fine
And I'll be satisfied
Not to read in between the lines
And I will walk and talk
In gardens all wet with rain
And I will never, ever, ever, ever
Grow so old again.
Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
Sugar-baby with your champagne eyes
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Saturday, April 3, 2010
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”
-- Jack Kerouac
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
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