I like to have a martini, Two at the very most. After three I’m under the...– Dorothy Parker (via mlq3)
talkativolive: I Want to Make the Words Into Objects So that I may Grasp Them, Run My Fingers Down Their Sides and around Their Edges, Pick Them Up and Weigh Them in my Palms, then Melt Them So that They may Run Down my Throat. i’d want this too…
and in every lecture i give, i miss teaching all the more.– dear diary me
7shotsshort-deactivated20110425 asked: Hi! I need this for my paper...um, when you speak Bisaya, do you codeswitch (mix Tagalog or English)? :)
Pink News: 85 nations sign UN statement defending... →
In what gay advocates described as “a stunning development for the principles of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights,” 85 nations signed a pro-gay statement that was read out by Colombia’s representative at the United Nations Human Rights Council in Geneva on March 22. The statement “express(es) concern at continued evidence in every region of acts of violence and related human rights...
It’s still Tuesday and already I’m up to my neck in deadlines. Good...– me, thinking how to meet deadlines and realizing that logging off would be a start.
Run just as fast as I can To the middle of nowhere To the middle of my...– Pink (Just Like A Pill). This is one of my favorites from my TBR Marathon Playlist.
Imagination should be used, not to escape from reality, but to create it.– Colin Wilson
I write With reckless abandon With pure delight With passion With fear Write of me , of loves Of rivers through mountains And dreams to pursue I write yet I also fear, I doubt Power of a pen Pen like a knife Stories I failed to tell Lives I haven’t writ A mother writhes in hunger Landless farmer clawing the earth The hollow eyed boy who tugged my shirt I write of me, of loves ...
10 FAVORITE POEMS: Harlem (A Dream Deferred) by...
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over— like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode?
He didn’t drink because he was sad. And even when he seemed cheerful, a rare...– Grass - The Tin Drum (via komurki)
Because our conviction rate is so low (under Merci’s watch) - we perversely...– Gang Badoy Rock Ed Philippines (via gangbadoy)