DADA ROSA

female voice words guitar noise
i suspect soon this will be an excavation site for dinosaur bones

i suspect soon this will be an excavation site for dinosaur bones

"All you need is love"

What exactly IS love?
It’s all I need for what?

Or maybe it is
All you need = love
Love = all you need

I need water
Water = love

I need sunshine
Sunshine = love

I need food
Food = love

I need sleep
Sleep = love

I need a new pair of shoes
New pair of shoes = love

I need an iPhone
iPhone = love

I need a drink
A drink = love

I need a bigger house
Bigger house = love

I need money
Money = love

I need you
I would die without you
You = love

"well, since you don’t write anymore, i’m gonna use this here desk as a bed"

"well, since you don’t write anymore, i’m gonna use this here desk as a bed"

i have a hard time
undressing someone of my trust
because unintentionally 
but unavoidably
i also undress myself

I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.

Franz Kafka

via likeafieldmouse (via frenchtwist)

— this is gonna be my motto from now on —

(via frenchtwist)

i have recently learned that i should never trust someone who does not trust me.

the biggest picture

here’s a photo of Earth from a trillion miles away:
image
next time someone tells me i’m missing the bigger picture
i’m gonna tell them “no. no, i’m not. i see it very very clearly.”
they are the ones who are missing it.
in fact, they have no idea what they are talking about.
because “the bigger picture”
eventually becomes the biggest picture
and that’s…

the bigger picture

just a little cheery song about True Love…

Dear Santa

I tell you: one must still have chaos in one, to give birth to a dancing star.

Thus Spake Zarathustra by Friedrich Nietzsche

Sue Lillian Brown aka Betty Broadbent 
image from: artisticpessimistic

Sue Lillian Brown aka Betty Broadbent 

image from: artisticpessimistic

I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth.

Umberto Eco, Foucault’s Pendulum, translation by William Weaver (via frenchtwist)