Beautiful Words xxx

Currently Channeling: Bio Diversity Project

Awesome...So Witty xx

Black spring! Pick up your pen, and weeping

Black spring! Pick up your pen, and weeping,
Of February, in sobs and ink,
Write poems, while the slush in thunder
Is burning in the black of spring.

Through clanking wheels, through church bells ringing
A hired cab will take you where
The town has ended, where the showers
Are louder still than ink and tears.

Where rooks, like charred pears, from the branches
In thousands break away, and sweep
Into the melting snow, instilling
Dry sadness into eyes that weep.

Beneath - the earth is black in puddles,
The wind with croaking screeches throbs,
And-the more randomly, the surer
Poems are forming out of sobs.

Февраль. Достать чернил и плакать! Писать о феврале навзрыд, Пока грохочущая слякоть Весною черною горит. Достать пролетку. За шесть гривен, Чрез благовест, чрез клик колес, Перенестись туда, где ливень Еще шумней чернил и слез. Где, как обугленные груши, С деревьев тысячи грачей Сорвутся в лужи и обрушат Сухую грусть на дно очей. Под ней проталины чернеют, И ветер криками изрыт, И чем случайней, тем вернее Слагаются стихи навзрыд.

-Boris Pasternak

1912

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Music Minute: She And Him - In The Sun

Amazing Actress And Singerrr xxx



It´s hard to be ignored
When I look at you
You look so bored
My baby my darling
I´ve been taking a beating

Well all right
(Well all right)
It´s ok
(It´s ok)
We all get the slip sometimes every day
I´ll just keep it to myself
In the sun
In the sun

It´s hard to take the blame
When I look at you you´re so ashamed
My baby my darling
I´ve been thinking of leaving

Well all right
(Well all right)
It´s ok
(It´s ok)
We all get the slip sometimes every day
I´ll just keep it to myself
In the sun
In the sun

Well all right
(Well all right)
It´s ok
(It´s ok)
We all feel ashamed sometimes every day
I´ll just keep it to myself
In the sun
In the sun

Obviously, Doctor, you've never been a 13-year-old girl

“We knew the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love, and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them. Beautiful, mysterious, haunting, invariably fatal. Just like life.”
— The Virgin Suicides