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Wine drunkenness over the rooftops

Sometimes with one I love

Sometimes with one I love, I fill myself with rage, for fear I effuse
unreturn’d love;
But now I think there is no unreturn’d love—the pay is certain, one
way or another;
(I loved a certain person ardently, and my love was not return’d;
Yet out of that, I have written these songs.) 

Walt Whitman

"I like myself. I’m the best form of entertainment I have."

— Charles Bukowski

"There has been
nothing but dreams"

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

"Oh, if only you knew how often I have been in love in that way How? With whom? Why, with no one, with an ideal, with the one I dream of
in my sleep. I make up regular romances in my dreams."

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

"I soon came to understand that drink, tobacco and prostitutes were all great means if dissipating (even for a few moments) my dread for human beings. I came even to feel that if I had to sell every last possession to obtain these means of escape, it would be well worth it."

Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human

Anonymous: you quit instagram? i liked your pics.

Hello :)

Thank you :)

Kind of. I don’t like the ‘aesthetic’ of it (ha). Maybe I’ll post again or maybe I’ll get a new account… or maybe I’ll just delete the pictures I don’t like. I’m trying to spend less time on sites like Tumblr and Instagram because they’re kind of like tweaking- you think you’ve got so much done and feel tired but you haven’t done anything at all haha but I like posting on Tumblr more than Instagram etc., etc. and here I am tonight. Oh and my laptop is broken and that’s why I couldn’t post that much even if I wanted to but I have missed my ”Tumblr and Instagram crew” haha.

Thanks again and have a great weekend.


Claudia Cardinale

Here is one of my favourite pianists: Glenn Gould. In my mind, he was the greatest pianist of the 20th century. Not only did his performances of Bach completely shift the world of classical music on its face, but also he pioneered digital recordings of classical music. Everything is so clean, so perfect. Every single voice brought out to perfection, I lose myself in Gould’s recordings.


Neil Young in his Squires days back in 1965