my everyday life

or how my age and height never fail to amaze people.

instrutor de condução,
então, já acabaste o 12º ano?

eu,
já sou licenciada (...) há dois anos.

how i've been feeling lately

In Your Face by Katie So

Set my spirit free, Set my body free

I'm standing on a stage
Of fear and self-doubt
It's a hollow play
But they'll clap anyway

(...)

I'm living in an age
Whose name I don't know
Though the fear keeps me moving
Still my heart beats so slow

(...)

My body is a cage
We take what we're given
Just because you've forgotten
That don't mean you're forgiven

i'm quite normal until i go mad

Did you study poetry at all?

Hell no, I detest most poetry. Ancient, modern. I can’t read it, I can’t stomach it. I just stay away from all academic training. I try to stay away from poets. And short story writers. And novelists. I’d rather get drunk with a plumber. Or even a cop.


More Sublime, Charles Bukowski (via Beautiful Voices Project)

the light bulb swinging like a metronome

slipping away
disappear, disappear
tell nobody

the only thing is not to melt in the meanwhile

I don't know why we live - the gift of life comes to us from I don't know what source or for what purpose; but I believe we can go on living for the reason that (always of course up to a certain point) life is the most valuable thing we know anything about and it is therefore presumptively a great mistake to surrender it while there is any yet left in the cup.


Henry James: Selected Letters (via Letters of Note)