May 2011
Hello, followers.
With the purpose of re-establishing my once strong relationship with Tumblr and being a little more personal with you, make my blog a little more blog-esque without losing my artistic touch, I’m going to start a whole new Tumblr page. I’ll make the link handy once I’m done creating it. New beginnings make me feel like a newly bloomed mandelion.
Love,
K.
April 2011
Utterly irrelevant. Fancy that?: "I do not miss... →
adamson5:
Okay, so, I do not miss you. Let’s be realistic and the reality of the case is:
I do not miss you.
I miss being with you. I miss kissing you. I miss making plans to go out with you. I miss being able to share my interest for weird indie movies with you. I miss being able to like and not liking…
jerryfultoncantrelljr:cinnamonsteps:
People don’t seem to get that interests don’t define you . Body types don’t define you . You define you . All the things you believe in , fight for . All the things that wake you up and let you be whoever you think you are or want to be . And there is nobody that can ever take that away .
Why are you typing like this .
March 2011
treasuresandtrinkets:
Then looking upwards I strain my eyes And try to tell the difference Between shooting stars and satellites From the passenger seat as you are driving me home “Do they collide?” I ask and you smile With my feet on the dash The world doesn’t matter
“Los niños debían de recordar por el resto de su vida la augusta solemnidad con...”
– Gabriel García Márquez, Cien años de soledad (via tableclothcape)
I still remember the first line of this novel:
“Muchos años después, frente al pelotón del fusilamiento, el coronel Aureliano Buendía habría de recordar aquella tarde lejana en que su padre lo llevó a conocer el hielo.”
Or...
“Me duelen los dedos de no tocarte.”
– (via jetaimemavie)
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