Nowhere Expresso

... un viaje de ida

  • 21st Abril
    2014
  • 21
Above all, don’t lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via observando)
  • 21st Abril
    2014
  • 21
  • 19th Abril
    2014
  • 19
  • 17th Abril
    2014
  • 17
No reniego de mi naturaleza, no reniego de mis elecciones, de todos modos he sido una afortunada. Muchas veces en el dolor se encuentran los placeres más profundos, las verdades más complejas, la felicidad más certera. Tan absurdo y fugaz es nuestro paso por el mundo, que sólo me deja tranquila el saber que he sido auténtica, que he logrado ser lo más parecido a mi misma que he podido.
Frida Khalo, Diarios  (via mafollie)

(Fuente: humanoxdemasiadoxhumano, vía too-lovely-to-me)

  • 15th Abril
    2014
  • 15
I have a history of making decisions very quickly about men. I have always fallen in love fast and without measuring risks. I have a tendency not only to see the best in everyone, but to assume that everyone is emotionally capable of reaching his highest potential. I have fallen in love more times than I care to count with the highest potential of a man, rather than with the man himself, and I have hung on to the relationship for a long time (sometimes far too long) waiting for the man to ascend to his own greatness. Many times in romance I have been a victim of my own optimism.
Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love (via observando)
  • 7th Abril
    2014
  • 07
  • 5th Abril
    2014
  • 05
  • 5th Abril
    2014
  • 05
  • 2nd Abril
    2014
  • 02
  • 1st Abril
    2014
  • 01
  • 30th Marzo
    2014
  • 30

Clint Mansell & Coco Sumner - Creep

sziszko:

When you were here before
Couldn’t look you in the eye
You’re just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You’re so fucking special

But I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here

I don’t care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice when I’m not around
You’re so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here

She’s running out the door
She’s running out
She runs runs runs runs..
Runs…

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You’re so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here
I don’t belong here
  • 30th Marzo
    2014
  • 30