Absoluta Favoritcitat!
Citat från Semerurian
"Jag har inget emot känslan av längtan.
För längtan betyder att väntan är värd,
för den kärlek som finns efter all väntan."
-OMGiTSBiLLY
Lilla Kisseh, han säger så kloka saker <3
Everything will be okay in the end, if it's not okay - it's not the end
"We are told to remember the idea, not the man, because a man can fail. He can be caught. He can be killed and forgotten. But four hundred years later an idea can still change the world. I've witnessed firsthand the power of ideas. I've seen people kill in the name of them; and die defending them. But you cannot kill an idea, cannot touch it or hold it. Ideas do not bleed, it cannot feel pain, and it does not love. And it is not an idea that I miss, it is a man. A man who made me remember the fifth of November. A man I will never forget."
- Evey Hammond
"Time you enjoy wasting, was not wasted."
When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down happy. They told me I didnt understand the assignment, and I told them they didnt understand life.
- John Lennon
"Many forms of Government have been tried and will be tried in this world of sin and woe. No one pretends that democracy is perfect or all-wise. Indeed, it has been said that democracy is the worst form of government except all those other forms that have been tried from time to time." - Winston Churchill
"The most merciful thing in the world... is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents." - HP Lovecraft
"If religion were true, its followers would not try to bludgeon their young into an artificial conformity; but would merely insist on their unbending quest for truth, irrespective of artificial backgrounds or practical consequences." - HP Lovecraft
Var dig själv, alla andra finns redan.
^ Lever efter detta så jävla hårt alltså. Tänkte tatuera in det på ryggen på min artonårsdag.
Citat från argvarg
"We are told to remember the idea, not the man, because a man can fail. He can be caught. He can be killed and forgotten. But four hundred years later an idea can still change the world. I've witnessed firsthand the power of ideas. I've seen people kill in the name of them; and die defending them. But you cannot kill an idea, cannot touch it or hold it. Ideas do not bleed, it cannot feel pain, and it does not love. And it is not an idea that I miss, it is a man. A man who made me remember the fifth of November. A man I will never forget."
- Evey Hammond
^ V för Vendetta är fyfan så jävla underbar! Världens bästa film!
Håller med om att detta citat är ett av de finaste.
älska mig föralltid annars biter jag dig i strupen så att du dör
"- You're the worst pirate i ever heard off!
- But you had heard off me"
- Pirates Of Caribbean
"Sometimes life is scary and dark. That is why we must find the light."
- BMO
I jordens stora köttsår, pissar dom och ler
Dom som redan har för mycket, och vill ha mer
Totalt Jävla Mörker - Kall Värld
"But I like you. He cleared his throat. I like you first and second and third."
This Side of Paradise, F. Scott Fitzgerald
Citat från RainbowLlama
"Nu e han borta, nu syns han int nå mer"
"Vi brukar lägga äpplen på spåret när de int e jaktsäsong"
"Jan-Erik Marklund, P-P-P-Pistvakt"
<3
^ <3
1
Heres to the boy who
waltzed my way out of a dark, empty street
and who drew me maps and taught me
geography (this city is our city, this river is
our sadness, and this restaurant is where you
taught me how to recognise the language of
every pulse of a heartbeat)
2
Heres to the boy who
lectured me on an introductory course to
First Loves, and him who is the sole flame to
a harvest of dead branches, keeping me
warm at the dead of nightthe time I think
of him, and his small eyes and his sunset touch
and his hurricane breath and his ugly enunciation
of the words goodbye, farewell.
3
Heres to the boy who
played me guitar songs through his silence,
us naked on his bed,
more naked on mine.
4
Heres to the boy who
wrote instead of talked, and whose eyes
were signal fires telling me how lost he felt,
alone on an island while I am
a thousand miles above him,
seeing him as a tiny dirt-pixel,
but loving him all the same.
5
Heres to the boy who
slept with me on the cold, tiled
floor somewhere at a province
hes always loved, while he whispered
me stories that reminded me of
my own childhood, and whose
closeness was like a run-on
sentence never perfected.
6
Heres to the boy who
I wished
I have
never met.
7
Heres to the boy who
I fell in love with inside the confines
of a movie theater, keeping me close
to spaces in which light was absent,
as if I were his least favorite secret.
8
Heres to the boy who
held my hand against the backdrop
of a bookshelf, whose palms felt like
the pages of a badly-written novel.
9
Heres to the boy who
smoked with me behind a dingy
shopping center, early evening,
as our lips tasted of apologies
and as the cold air felt like
a blanket that was ready to
separate us at once.
10
Heres to the boy who
knew how to touch me like
his fingertips were lit like a birthday
candle, and whose smile
was like a big occasion
worth celebrating.
11
Heres to the boy who
was like a Ciudad song
my emptiness.
12
Heres to the boy who
had pictures of himself scattered
on the walls of his room
and also on the corners
of my memory and on the
closed gaps of my heart.
13
Heres to the boy who
distanced himself far enough
for me to miss him
until the day that I die.
14
Heres to the boy who
made me carve our initials
on wet cement, as if our
love was made of stone.
"
Petersen Vargas, Fourteen Boys
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