happinessisathree-letterword:

There’s a cold lining to the air
Summer’s no longer here
He called on the rains 

I have no special affection for things but when I’d finally find one again, I’m going places. Where do I want to take you? London? Paris? Budapest? How about a Morrocan midnight, you and I? I can almost see you, whom I had never lost, never loved, never met but was all set to meet, love, lose. I can visualize you, by proxy, as you stand in the middle of the station platform, where you have just arrived from some place I have never visited, ‘You have come after all,’ my arms, that you cannot see yet, already wrapped around you. All is still, spellbound, charmed by the moon. And then, suddenly, my heart welled in me. So great is my emotion that all I could do is repeatedly saying, ‘You have come after all…’ It must be ecstasy, and there is something else to it, something a lot more delicate, which is difficult to explain. In truth, I think we are all set to meet and love, only to lose it eventually. Because forever isn’t for everyone.

I have no special affection for things but when I’d finally find one again, I’m going places. Where do I want to take you? London? Paris? Budapest? How about a Morrocan midnight, you and I? I can almost see you, whom I had never lost, never loved, never met but was all set to meet, love, lose. I can visualize you, by proxy, as you stand in the middle of the station platform, where you have just arrived from some place I have never visited, ‘You have come after all,’ my arms, that you cannot see yet, already wrapped around you. All is still, spellbound, charmed by the moon. And then, suddenly, my heart welled in me. So great is my emotion that all I could do is repeatedly saying, ‘You have come after all…’ It must be ecstasy, and there is something else to it, something a lot more delicate, which is difficult to explain. In truth, I think we are all set to meet and love, only to lose it eventually. Because forever isn’t for everyone.

"She had a parrot, very pretty, all the most approved colours. I understood him better than his mistress. I don’t mean I understood him better than she understood him, I mean I understood him better than I understood her. He exclaimed from time to time, Fuck the son of a bitch, fuck the son of a bitch. He must have belonged to an American sailor, before he belonged to Lousse. Pets often change masters. He didn’t say much else. No, I’m wrong, he also said, Putain de merde! He must have belonged to a French sailor before he belonged to the American sailor. Putain de merde! Unless he had hit on it alone, it wouldn’t surprise me. Lousse tried to make him say, Pretty Polly! I think it was too late. He listened, his head on one side, pondered, then said, Fuck the son of a bitch. It was clear he was doing his best."

Samuel Beckett, Molloy (via robcam-wfu)

"I don’t broadcast every high & I don’t hide every low. I’m trying to live. I’m not trying to convince the world I have life."

Unknown (via perfect)

y fuckindiva:

Bob Dylan on ‘The Johnny Cash Show’, 1969

fuckindiva:

Bob Dylan on ‘The Johnny Cash Show’, 1969

y gan-edhen:


A woman drinks tea, 1940, in the aftermath of a German bombing raid during the London Blitz

My grandmother used to refuse to go down to the shelter with her family during air raids and insisted on staying in the house because “Hitler wasn’t going to tell her what to do”

gan-edhen:

A woman drinks tea, 1940, in the aftermath of a German bombing raid during the London Blitz

My grandmother used to refuse to go down to the shelter with her family during air raids and insisted on staying in the house because “Hitler wasn’t going to tell her what to do”