vandrare: Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That’s all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die. I lift the glass to my mouth, I look at you, and I sigh W.B. Yeats, A Drinking Song
Anxiety is love’s greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a...– Anaïs Nin
At night I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots...– Pablo Neruda
Just awhile ago I remember thinking, “Damn, James, you’ve got it pretty good right now. Things have settled down. You’ve got quite a few people you care about to talk to regularly.” Now, almost everyone has buggered off one way or another. They either downright don’t talk to me, don’t want to talk to me (or so it seems), or have left for a little while. What is...
Perfect purity is possible if you turn your life into a line of poetry written...– Yukio Mishima, Runaway Horses
Let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its...– Kahlil Gibran
However you may be, be your own source of experience. Throw off your discontent...– Friedrich Nietzsche
Tom G. Warrior & Tom Angelripper are in a fight to... →
orcrist: One of the greatest thing ever written on tumblr…
There is nothing more delicious than quinoa with a sweet lemon and ginger sauce served with lightly baked carrots, broccoli and brussel sprouts. Naturally sweet food combinations are my favorite.