“ Cuando se llega a cierta edad, o se es joven o se lo lleva a uno la chingada.
Carlos Fuentes.
submission from corazonespintabayo
(via fuckyeahmexico)
Alan Rickman reads Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.This is by far my favourite sonnet. It’s just so perfect, yes.
(Source: tiny-sized)
“ I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.
Edgar Allan Poe (via lethalmutation)
(Source: lavandula)
دیگران را ببخش، نه به خاطر اینکه لایق بخششند، به خاطر اینکه تو لایق آرامشی
Forgive others, not because they deserve forgiveness, but because you deserve peace.
(Source: caskette)
The Ghost in the Machine by Erika Iris Simmons
“The Ghost in the Machine” series was inspired by some strange ideas. How at one level we are cellular beings and another we are a single “self.” The single cassette tape I thought of as representing the mind. The tape ribbon represents our thoughts, the data within. Taking that data – those bits of memory – and rearranging them to form what we see as a face is my way of finding a “ghost in the machine.” I also liked the fact that when you look at a portrait like Jimi Hendrix out of a cassette tape, you can almost hear the music in your head – so your own “data” is responding to what you see.
