Nonchalant Jon
"I came to New York because I was fleeing from the double-wide baby stroller, from the culture of respectability of the bourgeois suburban middle class. And my dream is that the elements of New York that are vital—the elements that are artistic, that are alternative, that resist capital, that are humane—not only endure but thrive, and maybe they do some sort of aikido reversal. They take [diversity-killing trends] and fucking slam them on their heads."

— Junot Diaz
"Mis manos
abren las cortinas de tu ser
te visten con otra desnudez
descubren los cuerpos de tu cuerpo
Mis manos
inventan otro cuerpo a tu cuerpo"

— Octavio Paz “Palpar”
"And I hide because there’s more to me than what you see and I’m not sure you’d like the rest. I know that sometimes, I don’t like the rest."

— I Wrote This For You: The Remaining Mirrors

(via existentrillest)

Trapped 2

in the winter on my

ceiling my eyes the size of street-

lamps. I have 4 feet like a mouse but

wash my own underwear-bearded and

hungover and a hard-on and no lawyer. I 

have a face like a washrag. I sing

love songs and carry steel.

I would rather die than cry. I can’t

stand hounds can’t live without them.

I hang my head against the white

refrigerator and want to scream like

the last weeping of life forever but

I am bigger than the mountains.

- Bukowski
"See the fucked up thing is that love you
You know what I’m saying
It’s just in my nature to love you
I can’t hate you
‘Cause its not in my nature to hate you
You know, I don’t know
Maybe I’m a different type of individual
But you have me on a line
And there’s a thin line between love and hate
And God-forbid I cross that line
Cause I’m not gon’ give a fuck
I’m telling you right motherfucking now
The shit that ya’ll done started
Is never gonna stop!
We are never gonna stop!
And we’re not talking about no other rappers
We’re talking about you, motherfucker!
You know who I’m talking to
We comin’ for you
We comin’ for you
Feels so good
I’ma make you love me baby, baby"

— Puff Daddy “Long Kiss Goodnight”
"She was truly a beautiful girl. I could feel a small polished stone sinking through the darkest waters of my heart. All those deep convoluted channels and passageways, and yet she managed to toss her pebble right down to the bottom of it all."

— Haruki Murakami

(Source: pavorst)

"It somehow became an article of faith on the right that Obama is ‘the most extreme President in American history.’ Although when they say that, I think what they really mean is, ‘He’s black.’"

— BILL MAHER, Real Time 

(Source: inothernews)

"I don’t think I’m tangible to myself. I mean, I think one thing today and I think another thing tomorrow. I change during the coarse of a day. I wake and I’m one person, and when I go to sleep I know for certain I’m somebody else. I don’t know who I am most of the time. It doesn’t even matter to me."

— Bob Dylan

(Source: cherryarea, via absea)

"I remember lonely and
what it tasted like before
your name took root in my throat,
before everything reminded me of your mouth.
I don’t know how I lived that way…"

— Warsan Shire

(Source: dailystendhalnitesaudade, via youngfolksociety)

"

Hey, what is it with you? Why are you so spaced out? You still haven’t answered me.’

‘I probably still haven’t completely adapted to the world,’ I said after giving it some thought. ‘I don’t know, I feel like this isn’t the real world. The people, the scene: they just don’t seem real to me.’

Midori rested an elbow on the bar and looked at me. ‘There was something like that in a Jim Morrison song, I’m pretty sure.’

People are strange when you’re a stranger.

"

— Haruki Marukami Norwegian Wood
"Develop interest in life as you see it; in people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself."

— Henry Miller

(Source: energizerducky)

"She held me a little closer. I held her a little closer. And we kept dancing. It was the one time all day that I really wanted the clock to stop. And just be there for a long time."

— Stephen Chbosky The Perks of Being a Wallflower
"

So I’m going to extend an invitation to you, Kuya Manny, that I don’t think a lot of gays would extend to you these days. I want to invite you to spend some time with me and my friends.

I want you to hear our love stories. I want you to eat with us. I want you to laugh with us. I want you to see our bruises. I want you to sing karaoke with us. I want you to see how we sing even though we’re bruised, too. I know there’s a better heart in you, Kuya Manny, that would beat with more than the repetitive ill will you bear toward us in the biblical abstract. If you spent some time with us — if you saw the specific sweetness that makes up our human pursuit of love and marriage — maybe you’d think, you’d feel, you’d change. The way my parents have changed toward me. The way my President has changed toward me. The way I’ve changed toward myself.

Kuya Manny, I want you to want me to win.

But maybe you never will. Maybe you’ll simply reopen your Bible, find those selective passages, and recite them to me again. Maybe I’ll simply have to sigh wearily and turn away from you, the way I’ve turned away from all of the idiotic bigots I’ve come across in my life, carrying a cross or a heavy book or a Constitution.

"

— Laurel Fantauzzo “An Open Letter to Manny Pacquiao From a Gay Filipina American”

"And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us."

—

Pablo Neruda

(Source: gaws)

"Maybe another feature of this appreciation of silence is related to the obligation of speaking. I lived as a child in a petit bourgeois, provincial milieu in France and the obligation of speaking, of making conversation with visitors, was for me something both very strange and very boring. I often wondered why people had to speak. Silence may be a much more interesting way of having a relationship with people."

— Michel Foucault