today i bought this gigantic pink japanese apple. and then i ate it.
here it is beside a mighty mouse for size comparison. it also weighed like half a kilo.
MiChi - Shibuya de Punch
This song is a bit bizarre. I think that’s why I like it so much.
Play count: 43
supposing i dreamed this)
only imagine,when day has thrilled
you are a house around which
i am a wind-
your walls will not reckon how
strangely my life is curved
since the best he can do
is to peer through windows,unobserved
-listen,for(out of all
things)dream is noone’s fool;
if this wind who i am prowls
carefully around this house of you
love being such,or such,
the normal corners of your heart
will never guess how much
my wonderful jealousy is dark
if light should flower:
or laughing sparkle from
the shut house(around and around
which a poor wind will roam
on germans and their chocolate
- Co-worker: German people are awesome because they can only go one of two ways: either they're your absolute worst nightmare or they're super cool and act like they're your best buddy.
- Me: Yeah Germans kick ass. Thankfully, I know more of the latter.
- Co-worker: A German customer even brought me chocolates as a thank-you the other day.
- Me: I just hope it wasn't German chocolate.
- Co-worker: Hey, it's not *that* bad...
My Books
My Books (which do not know that I exist)
Are as much a part of me as this visage
With its grey hair at the temples and grey eyes
That I look for vainly in glass surfaces
And wonderingly run my curved hand over.
And not without some logical bitterness
It occurs to me that the essential words
That most express me are not in my own writings
But in those books that don’t know who I am.
Better that way. The voices of the dead
Will utter me forever.
Jorge Luis Borges
(via bellavita)
