The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to...– Jack Kerouac (via rosesblue-)
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Gheegle: (Filipino) The urge to pinch or squeeze something that is unbearably cute. Cualacino: (Italian) The mark left on a table by a cold glass. Sgriob: (Gaelic) The itchiness that overcomes the upper lip just before taking a sip of whisky L’esprit de escalier: (French) The feeling you…
Y una a una las noches entre nuestras ciudades separadas se agregan a la noche...– Pablo Neruda
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes.
They keep me pretty busy around here on the weekends. Anyways, on Thursday night we did indeed see Yann Tiersen before the polar bears came. It was a lovely concert, despite the fact that it was outside. It started to snow a bit and there were tiny bits of ice on everyone’s hats. There was a string of red and white lights, so it felt kind of like Christmas or maybe what it would be like to...
So I made a blog.
Because I’m too lazy to keep a real-person journal. Besides, all the other hipsters are doing it. And I know this will undoubtedly give Rufus a chance to stalk the hell out of me, which I know will make him happy. This is going to be a nonevent, most likely. I can’t promise I’ll keep up with it and I also can’t promise I won’t become obsessed with it. I just have a lot of random thoughts...