hiddenmoth
October 2011
85 posts
Listen
Come away with me and we’ll kiss
On a mountaintop
Come away with me
And I’ll never stop loving you
And I want to wake up with the rain
Falling on a tin roof
While I’m safe there in your arms
So all I ask is for you
To come away with me in the night
Come away with me
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Sweetest.
Night in Tunisia
Dizzy Gillespie
Night in Tunisia
“I am a product of endless books. My father bought all the books he read and never got rid of any of them. There were books in the study, books in the drawing room, books in the cloakroom, books (two deep) in the great bookcase on the landing, books in a bedroom, books piled as high as my shoulder in the cistern attic, books of all kinds reflecting every transient stage of my parents’ interest, books readable and unreadable, books suitable for a child and books most emphatically not. Nothing was forbidden me. In the seemingly endless rainy afternoons I took volume after volume from the shelves. I had always the same certainty of finding a book that was new to me as a man who walks into a field has of finding a new blade of grass.”
—C.S. Lewis (via antl3rs)
Listen
I’ve come of heart, baby, but now I’m cool
I didn’t make it surely, playin’ by the rules
I’ve come of heart, baby, but now I’m fine
I’m checkin’ trouble, sure movin’ down the line
“There is nothing that stirs in the whole world of thought to which sorrow does not vibrate in terrible and exquisite pulsation… It is a wound that bleeds when any hand but that of love touches it, and even then must bleed again, though not in pain.”
—Oscar Wilde, De Profundis (via oh-phelia)
