Nowhere Expresso

... un viaje de ida

  • 28th Julio
    2013
  • 28
  • 3rd Junio
    2013
  • 03
  • 21st Mayo
    2013
  • 21
It seems to me that if you place music (and books, probably, and films, and plays, and anything that makes you feel) at the center of your being, then you can’t afford to sort out your love life, start to think of it as the finished product. You’ve got to pick at it, keep it alive and in turmoil, you’ve got to pick at it and unravel it until it all comes apart and you’re compelled to start all over again. Maybe we all live life at too high a pitch, those of us who absorb emotional things all day, and as a consequence we can never feel merely content: we have to be unhappy, or ecstatically, head-over-heels happy, and those states are difficult to achieve within a stable, solid relationship.
Nick Hornby (High Fidelity)

(Fuente: breezebits)

  • 3rd Mayo
    2013
  • 03
  • 17th Abril
    2013
  • 17
It seems to me that if you place music (and books, probably, and films, and plays, and anything that makes you feel) at the center of your being, then you can’t afford to sort out your love life. Maybe we live life at too high a pitch, those of us who absorb emotional things all day, and as a consequence we can never feel merely content: we have to be unhappy, or ecstatically, head-over-heels happy.
Nick Hornby (via shrunkpunk)

(Fuente: shrinkgoesdownthedrain)

  • 6th Abril
    2013
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  • 30th Marzo
    2013
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    2013
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    2013
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  • 28th Marzo
    2013
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  • 5th Marzo
    2013
  • 05
  • 14th Febrero
    2013
  • 14