I finally figured out that I’m solitary by nature, but at the same time I know so many people; so many people think they own a piece of me. They shift and move under my skin, like a parade of memories that simply won’t go away. It doesn’t matter where I am, or how alone - I always have such a crowded head.
Charles de Lint (via hellanne)
The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create - so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating.
Pearl S. Buck (via theonlymagicleftisart)
Mais vous savez,
Quand on est amoureux,
On est idiot.

Boris Vian - L’écume des jours (via corazonespintabayo)

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Que no fuiste el amor de mi vida, ni de mis días, ni de mi momento. Pero que te quise y te quiero, aunque estemos destinados a no ser
Julio Cortázar (via descomunal)
I tell my piano the things I used to tell you.
Frédéric Chopin  (via ambling)

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Me gustan las personas desesperadas, con mentes rotas y destinos rotos. Están llenos de sorpresas y explosiones. Me encuentro bien entre marginados porque soy un marginado. No me gusta ser modelado por la sociedad.
Charles Bukowski (via uncuerpodehistorias)

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Oh, eager heart… you need to learn when to shut up, you need to shut up.
Angie Serazzi (via squavisaurus)
You’re never too old, never too bad, never too late and never too sick to start from the scratch once again.
Bikram Choudhury (via yogachocolatelove)