Madre Luna que vives de noche,
que nos envuelves con tus rayos de plata,
Señora del silencio y la oscuridad,
que nos muestras el camino para que no tropecemos
y nos iluminas la tierra sobre la que caminar,
ahora que estás en la cumbre de tu poder
te rendimos honores.
Aleja de nosotros cualquier tipo de mal,
protege a quienes amamos,
neutraliza a nuestros enemigos,
danos paz, salud y prosperidad.

Wicca Zaragoza: Oración para la LUNA LLENA (via signosbajolaluna)

I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.

F. Scott Fitzgerald (via weaverofstars)

Thought via Path

Atento Aviso: que las gordas se consigan una vida y no estén indagando en mi Twitter y en Instagram.
Se los regalo; con todo y mi perfume. – Read on Path.

Isolation is a way to know ourselves.

Franz Kafka (via herzeleid)

Deliberate cruelty is unforgivable, and the one thing and the one thing of wich I have never, ever been guilty of

Blanche DuBois, Played by Vivien Leigh, 1951.

A Streetcar named Desire.

¡Estos ataques de cólera, de locura! Hago discursos que me agotan dirigidos a enemigos reales o imaginarios…, digamos reales, pero a propósito de incidentes imaginarios.

Cioran Emil / Cuadernos (Fragmento)

Listening to Rain Down On Me by Kane

– Preview it on Path.

When all by myself, I can think of all kinds of clever remarks, quick comebacks to what no one said, and flashes of witty sociability with nobody. But all of this vanishes when I face someone in the flesh: I lose my intelligence, I can no longer speak, and after half an hour I just feel tired. Talking to people makes me feel like sleeping. Only my ghostly and imaginary friends, only the conversations I have in my dreams, are genuinely real and substantial.

Fernando Pessoa (via theglasschild)

She lives the poetry she cannot write.

Oscar Wilde (via antiquedvintage)

Listening to Crazy Life by Toad the Wet Sprocket

Crazy Life… – Preview it on Path.