May. 3, 2013 at 6:56pm with 159 notes
Reblogged from mondo-grottesco
Si el mundo es el lenguaje
Y el lenguaje es mi enemigo
¿Me convierte eso en enemigo del mundo?
Oh, Barbra
2:12pm with 16,929 notes
Reblogged from headlikeanorange
For many years you envied
the hirsute, the he-man type.
No longer: now you fondle
your almost feminine flesh
with mettled satisfaction,
imagining that you are
sinless and all-sufficient,
snug in the den of yourself,
Madonna and Bambino:
Sing, Big Baby, sing lullay.
(…)
Should dreams haunt you, heed them not,
for all, both sweet and horrid,
are jokes in dubious taste,
too jejune to have truck with.
Sleep, Big Baby, sleep your fill.
W. H. Auden (fragments of “A Lullaby”)
Apr. 22, 2013 at 11:13pm with 943 notes
Reblogged from fuckyeahalbuquerque
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If your fidelity to perfectionism is too high, you never do anything.





