Bits & Pieces

The ephemeral.

The pink-paws-green-eyes love of my life. (at Singapore)
All I see is ♥.

Just the thought of seeing you gives me shivers.

Lies.

All the sick things in the world won’t go away even if that one moment tells you so.

I’ll get over you.

And I’ll fake it till I believe it.

Fucking scumbag heart fell for a boy while I was busy working to meet the rent.

epicluna:

I love passionate people

that light that enters their eyes when they start talking about something they love

the little arm gestures they make

the massive smile that slips onto their face when they realise someone’s listening

I just love passionate, enthusiastic people and I wish more people would be like that

(via sonofabaka)

japanlove:

DSC01717 by 20031231 on Flickr.

I would purposely use them even with no cuts.

japanlove:

DSC01717 by 20031231 on Flickr.

I would purposely use them even with no cuts.

I’ve changed. And it’s not for the better.

lareviewofbooks:

On the 50th anniversary of Federico Fellini’s 8 1/2, Jon Wiener examines the autobiographical impetus for the film, and the risk of the ruse:

Could you get away with creating something about the inability to create, something about your crisis of creativity? About your state of mind, your dreams of glory, your fantasies of perfection, and also about your middle-of-the-night dread? Could you turn your crisis of creativity into your subject?

And then: If you did so, would it be any good? Would the critics, and the audience, see through your ruse? Or — dreams of glory — would it bring a triumphant resolution to your crisis? Would it be celebrated as a work confirming your honesty, your talent, your insight, your brilliance?

Read the whole thing here.

(Source: lareviewofbooks)


There are no wordsThere’s only truthBreathe in breathe outThere is no sound

바람이 부는 것은 더운 내 맘 삭여주려
계절이 다 가도록 나는 애만 태우네
꽃잎 흩날리던 늦봄의 밤
아직 남은 님의 향기
이제나 오시려나 나는 애만 태우네

애달피 지는 저 꽃잎처럼
속절없는 늦봄의 밤
이제나 오시려나 나는 애만 태우네

구름이 애써 전하는 말
그 사람은 널 잊었다
살아서 맺은 사람의 연
실낱 같아 부질없다
꽃 지네 꽃이 지네 부는 바람에 꽃 지네
이제 님 오시려나 나는 그저 애만 태우네

바람이 부는 것은 더운 내 맘 삭여주려
계절이 다 가도록 나는 애만 태우네
꽃잎 흩날리던 늦봄의 밤
아직 남은 님의 향기
이제나 오시려나 나는 애만 태우네