петък, 13 декември 2013 г.

Looking for Alaska

I didn’t hate him like the Colonel did, of course, because the Colonel hated him on principle, and principled hate is a hell of a lot stronger than “Boy, I wish you hadn’t mummified me and thrown me into a lake” hate.

“I wanted to be one of those people who have streaks to maintain, who scorch the ground with their intensity. But for now, at least I knew such people, and they needed me, just like comets need tails.”

“Jesus, I’m not going to be one of those people who sits around talking about what they’re gonna do. I’m just going to do it. Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. ... You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present”

The glittering ambiguity of a girl’s smile, which seems to promise an answer to the question but never gives it. The question, the one we’ve all been asking since girls stopped being gross, the question that is too simple to be uncomplicated: Does she like me or LIKE me?

“You shall love your crooked neighbour, with your crooked heart.”

“Like the way the sun is right now, with the long shadows, and that kind of bright, soft light you get when the sun isn't quite setting? That's the light that makes everything better, everything prettier, and today, everything just seemed to be in that light.”

“The Buddha said that suffering was caused by desire, we'd learned, and that the cessation of desire meant the cessation of suffering. When you stopped wishing things wouldn't fall apart, you'd stop suffering when they did.”

“There were so many of us who would have to live with things done and things left undone that day. Things that did not go right, things that seemed okay at the time because we could not see the future. If only we could see the endless string of consequences that result from our smallest actions. But we can't know better until knowing better is useless.”

Those awful things are survivable because we are as indestructible as we believe ourselves to be. When adults say, “Teenagers think they are invincible” with that sly, stupid smile on their faces, they don’t know how right they are. We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think that we are invincible because we are. We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations. They forget that when they get old. They get scared of losing and failing. But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail.

четвъртък, 12 декември 2013 г.

All this bad blood here, won't you let it dry?

We were young and drinking in the park
There was nowhere else to go
And you said you always had my back
Oh but how were we to know

That these are the days that bind you together, forever
And these little things define you forever, forever


петък, 6 декември 2013 г.

So what's the labyrinth?

“He—that's Simon Bolivar—was shaken by the overwhelming revelation that the headlong race between his misfortunes and his dreams was at that moment reaching the finish line. The rest was darkness. Damn it," he sighed. "'How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!'

"So what's the labyrinth?" I asked her.

"That's the mystery, isn't it? Is the labyrinth living or dying? Which is he trying to escape—the world or the end of it?”

понеделник, 14 октомври 2013 г.

четвъртък, 10 октомври 2013 г.

She's morphine, queen of my vaccine

She may contain the urge to run away
But hold her down with soggy clothes and breezeblocks

We are the people that rule the world

A force running in every boy and girl
All rejoicing in the world

We lived an adventure
Love in the Summer
Followed the sun till night
Reminiscing other times of life
For each every other


Can you remember and humanise?
It was still where we'd energise

Lie in the sand and visualise

понеделник, 7 октомври 2013 г.

must have been smoking too long

I've got opium in my chimney 
No other life to choose 
Nightmare made of hash dreams. 
Got the devil in my shoes 
When I'm smoking 
Put my worries on a shelf 
Don't think about nothin' 
Try not to see myself. 
In this blues I'm singin' 
There's a lesson to be learned 
Don't go around smokin' 
Unless you want to get burned. 


понеделник, 9 септември 2013 г.

I guess this means we can't be friends

I wanna be unique;
I wanna be your kind;
I wanna make you hate me then change your mind;
I wanna wear a skirt;
I wanna make mistakes;
I wanna kill you first then take your name;
I wanna tear you apart;
I wanna make your bed;
I wanna break your heart;
I wanna break your head

неделя, 25 август 2013 г.

Everything that kills me makes me feel alive

Old but I'm not too old
Young but I'm not too bold

I feel something so right doing the wrong thing
something so wrong doing the right thing

Everything that downs me makes me wanna fly

неделя, 18 август 2013 г.

HIS SMILE

"He smiled understandingly—much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced--or seemed to face--the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey."

вторник, 16 юли 2013 г.

Когато забравиш

Когато забравиш деня, в който ме срещна,
когато забравиш как те гледах преди,
когато забравиш за нашите шеги,
когато забравиш как спечелихме войната,
когато забравиш нощта ни прекрасна,
когато забравиш цвета на моите очи,
когато забравиш "онези" дни,
когато забравиш защо ми се усмихна,
когато забравиш всичко, което
със тебе направихме ръка за ръка,
тогава, любов, ще повярвам, ще мога,
да забравиш и мен си способен.

вторник, 28 май 2013 г.

Като нежен дъжд валеше твоя глас

като цветен сън живота бе за нас.
Като лятото горещо беше любовта
и във нощта откривахме вечността.

събота, 11 май 2013 г.

that man

That man is like a flame 
And ooh that man plays me like a game 
My only sin is I can't win 
Ooh I wanna love that man 

Ooh that man is on my list 
And ooh that man I wanna kiss 


четвъртък, 9 май 2013 г.

Out there

I melt
when you look into my eyes

and I stumble
I stumble upon
the ground where you walked
where you first called me flower
and I trip
and fall
just like I fell for you

Cause I maybe
slightly love you

and I know
you're slightly out there
But hey, love
I'm slightly there too


We could make babies and accidental songs

Do you come
Together ever with him?
And is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
And do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?

Cheers darlin'


Cheers darlin'

I've got your wedding bells in my ear

Cheers darlin'


You gave me three cigarettes to smoke my tears away

And I lied, I should have kissed you
I'm too shy
I should have kissed you when we were alone

събота, 27 април 2013 г.

Не се меси. По своя път върви, върви.

Има много да научим, в много хора да се влюбим
Много стъпки да направим и много мисли да забравим

вторник, 23 април 2013 г.

Някой ден сърцето

Някой ден сърцето
ще поиска това,
което ти си му отнемал,
без дори да си разбрал.


Някой ден сърцето 
ще те съди за това,
затова че много си го лъгал.


петък, 19 април 2013 г.

Никога да не узная

целувай ме дълго
целувай ме така
че никога
никога да не узная
как случайно идват
и изчезват целувките
никога да не узная

как случайно идва
идва любовта
а след нея
неизбежно края

няма вечно с тебе
да живеем
времето лети
неумолимо
само протегни ръце
към мене
и да кажем двама
прости ми

петък, 5 април 2013 г.

Young blood

I aspire to inspire before I expire


Bookends


Time it was, and what a time it was, it was
A time of innocence, a time of confidences
Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph
Preserve your memories, they're all that's left you


The best way out is always through

As rain falls equally on the just and the unjust, do not burden your heart with judgements but rain your kindness equally on all.
Use your own hands, your own eyes, your own sincerity.
Hate the sin, love the sinner.
All wrong-being arises because of mind. If mind is transformed can wrong-doing remain?

What is meant to be will always find a way.
I would rather be happy than dignified.

вторник, 26 март 2013 г.

Good morning

" 'Good morning' said Bilbo, and he meant it. The sun was shining, and the grass was very green. But Gandalf looked at him from under long bushy eyebrows that stuck out further than the brim of his shady hat. 
'What do you mean?' he said. 'Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?' 
'All of them at once,' said Bilbo."

понеделник, 11 февруари 2013 г.

excites me to an unfamiliar degree

My mouth hasn’t shut up about you since you kissed it. The idea that you may kiss it again is stuck in my brain, which hasn’t stopped thinking about you since well before any kiss. And now the prospect of those kisses seems to wind me like when you slip on the stairs and one of the steps hits you in the middle of the back. The notion of them continuing for what is traditionally terrifying forever excites me to an unfamiliar degree.

петък, 18 януари 2013 г.

Don't kiss me

Don't kiss me,
you don't know who I am
but chase me,
please chase me
until i'm not ashamed
I love you...
I love you
when you are not around

now see me
just like I have planned
these beautiful lines
I'm sure you understand

събота, 12 януари 2013 г.

You, rare, unearthly thing


We‘re good friends, aren‘t we?

Yes, sir.

I have a strange feeling with regard to you as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs tightly knotted to a similar string in you. And if you were to leave, I‘m afraid that cord of commune will snap. And I have a notion that I‘ll take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, you‘d forget me.

How? I have lived a full life here. I have not been trampled on, I have not been petrified, I have not been excluded from every glimpse of what is bright. I have known you, Mr Rochester. And it strikes me with anguish to be torn from you.

Then why must you leave?

Because of your wife!

I have no wife.

But you ought to be married!

Jane, you must stay.

And become nothing to you? Am I a machine without feelings? Do you think that because I am poor, obscure, plain and little, that I am soulless and heartless? I have as much soul as you and full as much heart. And if God had blessed me with beauty and wealth, I could make it as hard for you to leave me as it is for I to leave you. I am not speaking to you, through mortal flesh, it is my spirit that addresses your spirit, as it would pass through the grave and stood in God‘s feet: equal, as we are.

As we are!

I am a free human being with an independent will, which I now exert to leave you.

Then let your will decide your destiny. I offer you my hand, my heart. Jane, I ask you to pass through life at my side. You are my equal and my likeness. Will you marry me?

Are you mocking me?

You doubt me.

Entirely. Your bride is Miss Ingram.

Miss Ingram? She is the machine without feelings. It‘s you. You, rare, unearthly thing. Poor and obscure as you are, please accept me as your husband. I must have you for my own.

You wish me to be your wife?

I swear it.

You love me?

I do.

Then, sir, I will marry you. 


петък, 11 януари 2013 г.

тя е феята на измислените неща

Тя е началото, а аз съм края,
на пътуването ни към безкрая в Рая

И тя е надеждата и страстта,
тя е илюзия, толкова истинска,
колкото е любовта

Тя е живота, а аз го живея,
тя е песента, която пея

четвъртък, 10 януари 2013 г.

Baby don't forget my name

when the morning breaks us...

Your cheek is softly by the sun
Your arms around me come undone
Makes my heart beat like a drum

oh, your touch so bittersweet...

and
YOU ALWAYS WANT WHAT YOU'RE RUNNING FROM


понеделник, 7 януари 2013 г.

wearing the sun in her hair

The house
where trees are laden with
fruit. Where phlox, forsythia,
and marigold grow. It's
the house where the woman
stands in the doorway
wearing the sun in her hair. The one
who's been waiting
all this time.
The woman who loves you.
The one who can say,
"What's kept you?"


Raymond Craver

All my tears have been used up

On another love...


I wanna sing a song, that'd be just ours
But I sang 'em all to another heart
And I wanna cry, I wanna fall in love
But all my tears have been used up


събота, 5 януари 2013 г.

IF


If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son! 

четвъртък, 3 януари 2013 г.