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The Salesman: [voiceover] She shivers in the wind like the last leaf on a dying tree. I let her hear my footsteps, she only goes stiff for a moment.
The Salesman: Care for a smoke?"
The Customer: Sure, I'll take one. Are you as bored by that crowd as I am?
The Salesman: I didn't come here for the party, I came here for you. I've watched you for days, you're everything a man could ever want. It's not just your face, your figure, your voice. It's your eyes, all the things I see in your eyes.
The Customer: What is it you see in my eyes?
The Salesman: I see a crazy calm. You're sick of running, you're ready to face what you have to face but you don't want to face it alone.
The Customer: No, I don't want to face it alone.
The Salesman: [voiceover] The wind rises electric. She's soft and warm and almost weightless. Her perfume with sweet promise that brings tears to my eyes. I tell her that everything will be alright. That I'll save her from whatever she's scared of and take her far far away. I tell her I love her. [gunshot] The silencer makes a whisper of the gunshot. I hold her close until she's gone, I will never know what she was running from. I'll cash her check in the morning.

Skin Divers/Carmen

what?

really really old pictures are fascinating.

i've been drinking coffee quite a bit these past two weeks.

this is absolutely beautiful.

via:pony girl;

Sonnet LXXXIX

The Love Poetry of Pablo Neruda

When I die, I want your hands on my eyes:

I want the light and the wheat of your beloved hands

to pass their freshness over me once more:

I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny. 

I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep. 

I want your ears still to hear the wind, I want you

to sniff the sea's aroma that we loved together,

to continue to walk on the sand we walk on.

I want what I love to continue to live,

and you whom I love and sang above everything else

to continue to flourish, full-flowered:

so that you can reach everything my love directs you to,

so that my shadow can travel along in your hair, 

so that everything can learn the reason for my song.

lol, this picture reminds me of the one ms melo took of me, for my gr12 dance exam portfolio last year.

Crickets Have Arthritis by Shane Koyczan

Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will find them gradually, without noticing it, and live along some distant day into the answer.
-Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet