He likes pictures of him. His silhouette, rather. A full, detailed headshot on a fine day. His head always faced away from the unknown camera until images have been uploaded. His face (or the shape of his head), as if mindless of his surrounding and mindful of all else. He likes being the subject of photographs like such, caught in that moment of deep wonder. Because he’s sophisticated like that— not enslaving himself to the Now, to Time itself. And I take joy in having him as a subject and all his eccentricities. He’s too vain and full that there are always things I notice and can tell stories of.
29/3/2011
09/6/2010
I am sad. More than you permit me to be.
24/12/2009
murdering grammar and writing rules
you are a genius but just for play of words id rather have you call him lovee instead of lover he never loved you or planted a kiss on your lips or cheeks you never called me that the most i can expect is you call me by my name which almost everyone does this is not right i deserve more but then again who am i to impose but no he doesnt deserve to be called lover that is my badge you idiot who i love you can love him with all that you got wow i really would want that but seriously go and love him and thus call him lovee but lover that is me
13:08
“Lover, you are the wind.
Tearing, pulling, enveloping,
caressing, capturing—
coming.Coming.
Coming.
Always coming, in my dreams:
But never going, never leaving,
”
never appearing exactly as you are.
— excerpt from J. Fernandez’ Lover You Are the Wind
21/12/2009
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“Books are the ultimate Dumpees: put them down and they’ll wait for you forever; pay attention to them and they always love you back.”
— John Green (via kari-shma) (via quote-book)
This post was reblogged from Quote Book:.
18:59
“I only think of you on two occasions— that’s day and night.”
— Babyface, Two Occasions
18:20
Now I know what it means to have choices but have no choice at all. Alanis Morisette had it right with “It’s like ten thousand spoons and all you need is a knife.” and the rest of Ironic.
20/12/2009
Must have’s for a better decent Tumblr.
- A camera. Lost the memory stick. A new one costs quite a lot and some nagging.
- Photoshop. Got one today. Will install later. But what will I do with no camera?
- A lovely subject. Well..
- The right words. Original at that. Reblogging is okay but proliferates culture of dependence.
16:26
http://tattoo.globe.com.ph/product/superunli
I’m tempted to subscribe but I won’t because:
1. the lines will definitely be very busy since it’s holidays and all
2. he’s not Globe like me
16:08
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
This is O Valencia! by The Decemberists. All credits to them. Lyrics below. Very brotherhood love except line 3, 9, 10, 11..
You belong to the gang
And you say you can’t break away
But I’m here with my hands on my heart
Our families can’t agree
I’m your brother’s sworn enemy
But I’ll shout out my love to the stars
So wait for the stone on your window, your window
Wait by the car and we’ll go, we’ll go
When first we laid eyes
I swore to no compromise
‘Til I felt my caress on your skin
Well, how soon we were betrayed
Your sister gave us away
And your father came all unhinged
So wait for the stone on your window, your window
Wait by the car and we’ll go, we’ll go
Oh Valencia
With your blood still warm on the ground
Valencia
And I swear to the stars
I’ll burn this whole city down
All I heard was a shout
Of your brother calling me out
And you ran like a fool to my side
Well the shot, it hit hard
And your frame went limp in my arms
And an oath of love was your dying cry
So wait for the stone on your window, your window
Wait by the car and we’ll, go we’ll go
Oh Valencia
With your blood still warm on the ground
Valencia
And I’ll burn this whole city down
Valencia
With your blood gettin’ cold on the ground
Valencia
And I swear to the stars
I’ll burn this whole city down
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