My Delirious Wonderland

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La Banda Acústica Rodante en Festival Todo Acústico

@fofe_fofe Y los fetiches en el Festival Todo Acústico

I’m writing you a letter
that I’ll burn over the stove
just to watch the light between us

flame and burn out again.

—   Shinji Moon, from Expiration Date (via violentwavesofemotion)

(via feedingthewolf)


Playing with the wind.


Playing with the wind.

(Source: feedingthewolf, via feedingthewolf)

“I am haunted. I am haunted by something—that rather takes the light out of things, that fills me with longings…”

—   H. G. Wells, The Door in the Wall (via whyallcaps)

(via feedingthewolf)

“My novel is going nowhere, I don’t have an income, I’m quite evidently insane. I can’t work, and yet I know I’ll become completely sterile if I can’t have this girl. I would never have thought I could be so foolish as this. And the knowledge of my own folly gives me happiness to cancel out my unhappiness, and I am more confused than ever […] With all my skepticism, for all my self-analysis, I’m in love. And I know it’s poison.”

—   Joseph Roth, from a letter to Friedrich Trangott Gubler (via violentwavesofemotion)

(via feedingthewolf)

And you know, I agree to everything:

I will condemn, I will forget, I will give comfort to the enemy,

Darkness will be light and sin lovely.

—   Anna Akhmatova, from The Complete Poems  (via violentwavesofemotion)

(via feedingthewolf)

“When something bothered me, I didn’t talk with anyone about it. I thought it over all by myself, came to a conclusion, and took action alone. Not that I really felt lonely. I thought that’s just the way things are. Human beings, in the final analysis, have to survive on their own.”

—   Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via dwsc)

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The xx - Night Time


The xx // Night Time

(via feedingthewolf)

The smell of dirt and rubble changes
depending on what was destroyed in the fire.
If the village burns down, it is the smell of flesh.
Of overcooked dinners and charred cotton
and children’s shoes.

If we are the fire, though,
the aftermath smells of hair just washed,
of perfumed skin and tire rubber
and notes taped to the fridge.

I am convinced we are both afraid
of the same thing.
I am convinced that loving you
was every lesson I needed in pretending,
every lesson in brushing shoulders
and hiding the lightning.

When you ask if I miss you,
I’ll wonder if you will ever grow out of
asking only the questions
you know the answers to.
I’ll convince myself I can’t smell
the way your jacket hasn’t been washed
since the last time you asked me
if I liked the way your fingers felt.
I’ll convince myself you don’t smell
like arson.

When you ask again, I’ll lie.
I’ll say I do. I’ll say I do miss you
and shrug my shoulders
and call it acting.

You taught me that.
You taught me that.

—   Acting | Ramna Safeer (via inkywings)

(via feedingthewolf)

“Because I am not the type of
person someone falls in love with.”

—   (via rokurouta)

(Source: slxtty, via feedingthewolf)

Marla’s philosophy of life is that she might die at any moment. The tragedy, she said, was that she didn’t.