‘Samskeyti’ - Sigur Ros.
There’s no real English equivalent for the word samskeyti— It refers to the place where things are joined together.
This song is sunrise.
Homunculi
Only human, after all.
Poem - Frank O’Hara
When I am feeling depressed and anxious sullen
all you have to do is take off your clothes
and all is wiped away revealing life’s tenderness
that we are flesh and breathe and are near us
as you are really as you are I become as I
really am alive and knowing vaguely what is
and what is important to me above the intrusions
of incident and accidental relationships
which have nothing to do with my life
when I am in your presence I feel life is strong
and will defeat all its enemies and all of mine
and all of yours and yours in you and mine in me
sick logic and feeble reasoning are cured
by the perfect symmetry of your arms and legs
spread out making an eternal circle together
creating a golden pillar beside the Atlantic
the faint line of hair dividing your torso
gives my mind rest and emotions their release
into the infinite air where since once we are
together we always will be in this life come what may
One for the all-time favourites.
It isn’t fair to watch somebody sleeping,
To hide in that storm of lilies,
Dreams, broken holes in the ice of sleep,
The long white bed I need you in
Your white arms over your head
Your hands folded on themselves
I trace that invisible scar
Trying to read our story
In the braille of its smooth ridges
We drift through the universe,
Filling the spaces within Orion.
I cast my gaze through the window
And through the world, to a place
Where we can meet once more,
For the first time,
Where you can tell me your name
So I can taste it on my tongue
And savour the sweetness
And remember to never forget.
The world is larger than just love
And smaller with separation.
Libertas
Our eyes trace out the landscape in unison
You spot it first
There, you smile. The tallest hill, of course.
We set off at a run
Unencumbered and boundering freely over obstacles
Clambering nimbly up the hillside,
collapsing breathlessly at the apex.Side by side, your outstretched fingertips brush mine.
we drink in the unfamiliar sky,
and I follow your hushed, reverent voice
which traces out the foreign constellations
and laughs its way through fantastically imagined
tales of how this star, or that star,
found eponymous fame.Your murmuring voice blankets me
I curl against you
and we are asleep, entangled
and equally lost.Long-vanished stars peer down through
countless light years of evacuated space,
twinkling with mirth at the stories they paint
about a girl and a boy, shrouded in whispers,
asleep on an alien hilltop.
This song gives me feelings.
You used to live so close to me I could die
Call me up and bring me back to life
Friend, far but never gone
I forgot to say that it’s been too long
Late nights and too much time
On my hands I lie
Awake with your song in my head
Give up but never lose out
Cause I’ve got you
By my side
Every time, every time
I feel you’re gone
I get your song in my head
It’s my favorite one
Yeah every time, every time
I feel you’re gone
I get your song in my head
It’s my favorite one
All of human history has led us to the moment that we developed the technology to digitally add a top hat to a photo of an adorable miniature octopus.
Just look at how dapper that octopus looks. Look at it.
Ahahaha this is so GQ.
(via voigtlander)
He’s a tourist. He vacations in people’s lives, takes pictures, puts them in his scrapbook, and moves on. All he’s interested in are stories. Basically, Leslie, he’s selfish. And you’re not. That’s why you don’t like him.
— Ron Swanson
Fucking golden words of wisdom from an unlikely source.
PERFECT PLACE
i always reblog this
what a view
is it just me or us the little cove the perfect place to have beach sex?
(via voigtlander)
I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,
and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose
from the earth lives dimly in my body.I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.
Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII (via ha-n)
Neruda. Giving us all feelings since the internet.
(Source: memereve, via voigtlander)
