Big Bummery

All the words I devour go straight to my bum. ^_^

Saudade.

This is hurt.

This is pain.

This is love. 

Words, my love.

  • David Bowie: Don't you love the Oxford Dictionary? When I first read it, I thought it was a really really long poem about everything.
It is, it is, it is :)
Bono, Elvis, Jonsi will remain my favourites, come what may :)

It is, it is, it is :)

Bono, Elvis, Jonsi will remain my favourites, come what may :)

(via snaretapsandbeartraps)

I get out of bed. I pull back the old, faded curtain and open the window. I stick my head out and look up at the sky. Sure enough, a mold-colored half-moon hangs in the sky. Good. We’re both looking at the same moon, in the same world. We’re connected to reality by the same line. All I have to do is quietly draw it toward me.

Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via afternoonsnoozebutton)

Muraki doesn’t make much sense often. But when he does. :’)