Beez Buzz
Looking for the Beauty in all things True
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Photo reblogged from Alternative Press Magazine
Never Shout Never are set to release their latest album, Sunflower, on July 2 but we, here at AP, are giving you an exclusive listen to “Knock, Knock” right now at altpress.com/features! Go take a listen! 🎶
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Photo reblogged from Tyler Knott
Have you come back for me? Did you miss the taste of my skin? Did you come to burn hot and shine white and then hurt no more? I feel you, I have been waiting, I am here.
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Quote reblogged from I am Jack's spark . . .Writing isn’t a career choice. It’s self-medication that over time precipitates the madness it was meant to ward off.Alain de Botton (via anditspreads)
(Source: twitter.com)
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Post reblogged from take me to the stars
we were taught about how David and Jonathan were ~best bros~
when this was
obviously
not the case
#that time there was a gay couple in the bible and nobody talked about it ever
JOHNDAVE IS CANON I’M FUCKING LAUGHING SO HARD
Holy shit. Johndave.
(Source: empressfab)
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Post reblogged from take me to the stars
consultivedetectiveintraining:
having crumbs in your bra is one of the worst feelings in the world
have you ever stepped in a puddle with your socks on?
Have you ever had the dark lord scar you and kill your parents when you were a baby
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
have you ever just wanted an oscar so bad
too far.
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Photoset reblogged from take me to the stars
I just did this. Legit.
the fuck
Clearly this is black magic at work here
been folding my shirts like this for so long that it feels weird to do it any other way
WHAT THE SHIT
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I want to walk down your cobbled streets
in bare feet
and let the spaces between my toes know
the spaces where the weeds may grow
and like the veins running down your arms
all those tangled, broken lines run to the center space.
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SI EL HOMBRE PUDIERA DECIR
por Luis Cernuda
Si el hombre pudiera decir lo que ama,
Si el hombre pudiera levantar su amor por el cielo
Como una nube en la luz;
Si como muros que se derrumban,
Para saludar la verdad erguida en medio,
Pudiera derrumbar su cuerpo, dejando solo la verdad de su amor,
La verdad de sí mismo,
Que no se llama gloria, fortuna o ambición,
Sino amor 0 deseo,
Yo seria aquel que imaginaba;
Aquel que con su lengua, sus ojos y sus manos
Proclama ante los hombres la verdad ignorada,
La verdad de su amor verdadero.
Libertad no conozco sino la libertad de estar preso en alguien
Cuyo nombre no puedo oír sin escalofrío;
Alguien por quien me olvido de esta existencia mezquina,
Por quien el día y la noche son para mi lo que quiera,
Y mi cuerpo y espíritu notan en su cuerpo y espíritu
Como lefios perdidos que el mar anega o levanta
Libremente, con la libertad del amor,
La única libertad que me exalta,
La única libertad por que muero.
Tu justificas mi existencia:
Si no te conozco, no he vivido;
Si muero sin conocerte, no muero, porque no he vivido.
(Los placeres prohibido.)
