Born Again In The Rythym...

Lili. That's me. and this is my blog. enchanté.

“De la mujer que soy
a veces me da por contemplar
aquellas que pude haber sido.”

—   Gioconda Belli (via blackred)

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notice-me-senpie:

eren-jaegersbasement:

if you think that you are starting to get a crush on someone

  • dont
  • what are you thinking
  • abort mission
  • digest those butterflies
  • IM SERIOUS

digest those butterflies 

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sadgee:



“Today,Diego kissed me.” Frida wrote,then crossed it out. 

*_*

sadgee:

“Today,Diego kissed me.” Frida wrote,then crossed it out.

*_*

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“Well, I’ve changed the course of music five or six times. What have you done except fuck the president?”

—   

Miles Davis to Nancy Reagan at a White House dinner in 1987 after she’d inquired as to what he’d done with his life to merit an invitation. (via drencrome)

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coidpiay:

[looks through own music library] amazing

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The truth is, I’m scared. I’m a bloody coward. I dream and dream and dream, oh the things I could I do with my dreams, if only they were what really mattered. I wanted, want, so much, to be an audio producer. Imagine Ira Glass. And Sandra Cisneros. Now imagine I was their brainchild, that’s something like what I’d like to be. But I’m too scared to ask anybody anything. And if you’ve ever heard This American Life, you know that Ira Glass isn’t afraid to ask anything. And Sandra. Well, Sandra’s got the voice of sweet sweet peaches. Almost like candy. But the words, they’re not like candy at all. More like artillery, bombshells, tearing away at all your insides. A fearlessness like you couldn’t imagine from a voice so sweet. To tell stories on radio like that, to create something beautiful, that wondrous blend of poetry and journalism, that’s what I want. And yet I’m too scared to even start. Will I ever stop being scared? I hope yes, but I don’t know.

“I act and react, and suddenly I wonder “Where is the girl that I was last year?..Two years ago?..What would she think of me now?”

—   Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals (via tarkovskologist)

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hurricanekarinna:

justgo-up:

thousands of flower petals covering a town, blasted from a neighboring volcano, in Costa Rica.

it’s like nature’s confetti

shakira:

Querido Gabo, alguna vez dijiste que la vida no es la que uno vivió, sino la que uno recuerda y como la recuerda para contarla.. tu vida querido Gabo la recordaremos como un regalo único e irrepetible, y como el más original de los relatos. Es difícil despedirse de ti, puesto que nos has dado tanto! Te quedarás para siempre conmigo y con todos los que te quisimos y admiramos. Shak

shakira:

Querido Gabo, alguna vez dijiste que la vida no es la que uno vivió, sino la que uno recuerda y como la recuerda para contarla.. tu vida querido Gabo la recordaremos como un regalo único e irrepetible, y como el más original de los relatos. Es difícil despedirse de ti, puesto que nos has dado tanto!
Te quedarás para siempre conmigo y con todos los que te quisimos y admiramos.
Shak

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“Do not despise your own place and hour. Every place is under the stars, every place is the center of the world.”

—   John Burroughs, Studies in Nature and Literature (via observando)

paintvrlife:

‘Toy Stories’ is the result of an 18 month round the world trip where Galimberti visited a variety of countries and cultures and took photographs of children and their toys. Galimberti would often take part in a child’s games prior to arranging the toys for the photograph. He says:

“The richest children were more possessive. At the beginning, they wouldn’t want me to touch their toys, and I would need more time before they would let me play with them […] In poor countries, it was much easier. Even if they only had two or three toys, they didn’t really care. In Africa, the kids would mostly play with their friends outside.”

Despite some differences, Galimberti found similarities between children living worlds apart. Even in different countries, some children’s toys played the same function: protecting them from dangers and things they feared in the night.

The Italian photographer also found that many children were attached to toys that reflected the world that surrounded them in their particular area. A boy from an affluent Beijing family loves Monopoly because he enjoys the idea of building houses and hotels, while another young boy living in rural Mexico loves trucks because they travel through his village on the way to the sugar plantation everyday.

A lovely point Galimberti made about his experience was that toys haven’t changed all that much since he was a kid.

“I’d often find the kind of toys I used to have,” he says. “It was nice to go back to my childhood somehow.”

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soy-tu-fruta-prohibida:

krook:

innocent looking girls that are secretly kinky as fuck are girls worth living for

Yes we are. ;)

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