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Thursday, July 31, 2014
ART HISTORY MEME; 4 colors:
Mint Green [1/4]
Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Caetano Veloso - Livros

Such a beautiful song and an amazing video <3

Tropeçavas nos astros desastrada
Quase não tínhamos livros em casa
E a cidade não tinha livraria
Mas os livros que em nossa vida entraram
São como a radiação de um corpo negro
Apontando pra expansão do Universo
Porque a frase, o conceito, o enredo, o verso
(E, sem dúvida, sobretudo o verso)
É o que pode lançar mundos no mundo

Tropeçavas nos astros desastrada
Sem saber que a ventura e a desventura
Dessa estrada que vai do nada ao nada
São livros e o luar contra a cultura

Os livros são objetos transcendentes
Mas podemos amá-los do amor táctil
Que votamos aos maços de cigarro
Domá-los, cultivá-los em aquários
Em estantes, gaiolas, em fogueiras
Ou lançá-los pra fora das janelas
(Talvez isso nos livre de lançarmo-nos)
Ou – o que é muito pior – por odiarmo-los
Podemos simplesmente escrever um:
Encher de vãs palavras muitas páginas
E de mais confusão as prateleiras

Tropeçavas nos astros desastrada
Mas pra mim foste a estrela entre as estrelas

Very rough translation:

You tumbled in clumsy stars 
Had almost no books at home 
And the city had no bookstore 
But the books that came into our lives 
They are like the radiation of a black body 
Pointing to the expansion of the Universe 
Because the phrase, the concept, the plot, the verse 
(And, no doubt, especially the back) 
It’s what the world can throw worlds.
You stumbled in clumsy stars 
Not knowing that the fortune and misfortune 
That road that goes from nothing to nothing 
Are books and the moonlight against the culture.
The books are transcendent objects 
But we love them love the tactile 
We vote on cigarette packs 
Tame them, grow them in aquariums, 
On shelves, cages, at campfires 
Or throw them out of windows to 
(Maybe that forbid us to embark) 
Or what is far worse for them odiarmo 
We can simply write:
Fill many pages of empty words 
And more confusion shelves. 
You stumbled in clumsy stars 
But to me you were the star among stars.

the drop of sweat that
trickles down the valley
where our skin is stuck together
is the flare that
triggers action back into motion.
you move, I fill the void of space
between
us
I lean back to look at you,
you lean forward to give me a better view.
the intensity in both our eyes
burns the rest of the world out of existence.
your kiss is kindling,
my fingers gently smoothed across your back
leaves a trail of gasoline;
eyes locked on each other
like a pyromaniac studying
a flame on the tip of a match
before he throws it and watches it spread.
this love will smolder until
we are just an ember of ash
dancing in the wind.

-7/29/14 KS

SilentWriters prompt:
Always fight fire…with fire, obviously.

dear 98% of the people that follow me that dont talk to me

syupon:

tamaraldbrennan:

Who are you

Whats your favorite color

Favorite musical

Favorite ice cream flavor

Do you have a cat

Random fact about you

Thank

reblogging again bc I already got some from really cute people, but it makes me unreasonably happy to read these from you SO KEEP ON SENDING THEM

(Source: 314eater)

I would sleep much better with you next to me (via hip-hop-lifestyle)

(Source: hollygahannn)

n0-sudden-revelations:

flatbear:

tickling-your-man-boobies:

dudewheresmycat:

give me the reasons not to reblog this.

they don’t exist

You don’t see many Mumford and Sons gifsets. This is really cool.

YOU DON’T SEE MANY MUMFORD AND SONS GIFSETS

(Source: xxventure)

Tuesday, July 29, 2014
stonybrookwoods:

Flowers of sweet pepperbush (meadowsweet)

stonybrookwoods:

Flowers of sweet pepperbush (meadowsweet)

Thursday, July 24, 2014
A beautiful sunset peaking through a hot little thunderstorm that rolled through around sundown.

A beautiful sunset peaking through a hot little thunderstorm that rolled through around sundown.

Monday, July 21, 2014

Six Words #84

who-i-am-is-not-important:

Give me love.

Fuck everything else.

Sunday, July 20, 2014 Saturday, July 19, 2014
They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered. F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via quotes-shape-us)