November 2010
5 posts
not a person
sometimes i have bad days, and on those days my heart starts racing and the world focuses really badly on the too-bright lights and everything is fuzzy-tunneled and nauseating
and all i want is some fucking attention and someone to validate my existence because i’m needy and lonely and i’m relapsing into the angst of 2004— and its not something i’m proud of, because when...
spanish poetry
Soneto X by Garsilaso de la Vega:
Oh dulces prendas, por mi mal halladas, dulces y alegres cuando Dios quería! Juntas estáis en la memoria mía, y con ella en mi muerte conjuradas. Quién me dijera cuando en las pasadas horas en tanto bien por vos me vía, que me habíades de ser en algún día con tan grave dolor representads? Pues en un hora junto me llevastes todo el bien que por términos me distes,...
today i cried with joy.
Paris // Lisbon
Two weeks, two pretty sweet destinations.
But here’s the problem:
Paris is the most beautiful, delicious, marvellous place I’ve ever been. It’s inspiringly sweet and lyrical. It’s everything I didn’t expect it to be and outlives its hype.
Lisbon, on the other hand, is unique and friendly and quirky, with the off-the-beaten-path feel I like and beautiful men...
