The first time I saw her she was leaning on a parking meter,
I wanted to meet her
I wanted to make her mine right then and there, but didn’t have the time
It didn’t happen then, it’ll never happen again.
I’ll always kind-of wonder what could’ve been

You may be king, you may possess the world and it’s gold,
But gold won’t bring you happiness when you’re growing old.
The world still is the same, you never change it,
As sure as the stars shine above;
You’re nobody ‘til somebody loves you,
So find yourself somebody to love.

She believed what so many Americans believed then: that the nation would be happy and just and rational when prosperity came. I never hear that word anymore: Prosperity. It used to be a synonym for Paradise.
Vonnegut, Kurt (2010-07-01). Breakfast of Champions (Kurt Vonnegut Series) (p. 2). RosettaBooks. Kindle Edition.
I never thought I would really address the subject of weddings beyond the yo, check out the limitless capacity of late capitalism to create vital imperatives from invented frivolities and turn consumption into hard labor angle.
Moe Tkacik, Jezebel.com

(Source: jezebel.com)

fucktheory:

I Hate To Break It To You, But It’s Entirely Possible That You’re Both Fucking Morons

The lovers
will drink wine night and day.
They will drink until they can
tear away the veils of intellect and
melt away the layers of shame and modesty.
When in Love,
body, mind, heart and soul don’t even exist.
Become this,
fall in Love, and you will not be separated again.
Jalal al-Din Muhammad Rumi, “The Lovers”

(Source: berfrois.com)

April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.

fucktheory:

Amazing Grace

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(via, totes NSFW)