metallikato:

I see a little silhouetto of a man

ScaraMOUCHE scaraMOUCHE 

Will you do the fandango?

THUNDERBOLTS AND LIGHTNING

VERY VERY FRIGHTENING 

Me!

Galileo,Galileo

Galileo,Galileo 

Galileo, Figaro

magnificooooooooooo


julieyumi:

One Summer’s Day - Joe Hisaishi (Live Piano Solo)

She Was

acollectionofsleeplessnights:

She was like water coming out, 
of a turned on spigot,
like waking up,
is to day birds,
she was easy.

Gentle on the eyes,
and a quick-passed,
thick-witted tongue.

She had no problems,
she was a graceful ballerina, 
when she walked.

And her hair,
perfect.

Until she met a boy,
who was like the sun.
Good for your skin,
and energizes your body,
in small portions,
it makes you feel good.

But if you have too much,
you grow sick.
With burns,
and sometimes cancer,
and exhaustion.

She was effortless. 
she opened the spaces,
between her,
and she let the sun in.
And she told him,
not to warm her womb.
Because she wasn’t ready,
to rid the moons in her life.
 

But now she’d guess, 
that by the third month,
she’d had too much,
because he cheeks were reddened,
as if they were freshly injured,
and her neck,
she said it was on fire.  
Her charcoal-colored hair,
was now a mess.  

She’s difficult now, 
that she’s had too much sun.
She walks through halls,
staggering.

And only rises at mid-night. 
After the boy who is like the sun,
slips away into his dreams.
She grabs the keys to her red ducati,
and escapes.

She hates the sun now,
she claims she’ll stick to wolves,
things that like the cold,
who can become one,
with her heart.  

Nostalgia

acollectionofsleeplessnights:

Nostalgia is like cough syrup it taste like shit—but you need it if you’re sick. Then it becomes an addiction, between you and the pill bottle. Clamp your mouth shut and swallow. You’ll feel better soon, as your rift between reality and what could be. You’ll fixate your eyes on everything you could have. An abstract kind of high. That has you straddled. Reminiscing, is a dangerous combination brewed with the evils of hell. But dressed up, it looks just like a damsel in distress. But quit assisting it. It’s a chimera, cute and cuddly looking, but waiting to bite you to pieces. 

a ghost you say
you saw a ghoul
I saw a living being
a pit-stop on my way to sit
to study living things
I find the way in which we pray
we meaning all the rest
fascinating to be frank
though my name’s nicholas
so you say I disappeared
a ghost has got to try
and for the whole hovering act
I’m not able to fly
a common misconception
made up by those who are scared
we ghosts are not even haunting
we just like the night air
o silly world with all its girls
and boys what can I say
I once was ‘live but now am dead
in this here month of may
the phantom tales of famous fails
a rouse to terrify
are nothing more than roasting s’more
‘oer a rare campfire

inspiration-for-something (via eloquentiae)

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