A cover of Brand New - Magazines with a weird surprise in there. I thought this was funny at 3 am, it still is, kinda.
i dislike titles.
I'm from Peru but am currently being held captive by the city of NY.
I'm also here and here.
ask me anything
(Source: frankcarino)
I tried to fall sleep at 3am but couldn’t. Instead, I stayed up and read a book from start to finish. It’s still one of my favorite feelings in the world, even if it wasn’t under a blanket with a flashlight like when I was a kid. The perks of living alone, I guess.
Now to figure out the rest of my day… I have never been fond of Sundays.
a dormir al fin. mx4.
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Gold Panda - You
This has been on repeat for the last few nights and I can’t really explain why.
yes.
(Source: lovelikenicole, via lorrainbow)
Since this is a judgement free zone… I present to you the song I was obsessed with at age 10 and that I still know every word to. Yeah it’s latin pop but it’s catchy and he was damn fine back then so whatever. No shame.
demasiados recuerdos. bailando alrededor de la mesa. hamburguesas.
“ At first, his dreams were chaotic; somewhat later, they were of a dialectical nature. The stranger dreamed that he was in the center of a circular amphitheater which in some ways was the burned temple: clouds of silent students filled the gradins; the faces of the last ones hung many centuries away and at a cosmic height, but were entirely clear and precise. The man was lecturing to them on anatomy, cosmography, magic; the countenances listened with eagerness and strove to respond with understanding, as if they divined the importance of the examination which would redeem one of them from his state of vain appearance and interpolate him into the world of reality. The man, both in dreams and awake, considered his phantoms’ replies, was not deceived by imposters, divined a growing intelligence in certain perplexities. He sought a soul which would merit participation in the universe.
Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths, “The Circular Ruins” (via wordsfordreaming)
(via pescueso)
Halló, this is Iceland.
Maybe one day, when you are not such a busy and important human, you can visit me in a flying machine and drive into my darkness and turn off your tele-phone and be quiet and look up into my sky, and think about how small you are.
Bless bless,
- Iceland
This is what I call the ideal life. Also, Iceland’s tumblr is my favorite.
(Source: daitro, via ourbodiesbreak)
