…blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.
–the one and only – Sylvia Plath
Archive for June, 2013
To the person in the Bell Jar…
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged black, black and white, book, books, poem, poems, poetry, retro, vintage, white on June 27, 2013| Leave a Comment »
This feels pretty good to me. I could smell her next to me, the sweat and the algae from the moat, her shampoo like lilacs, and the smell of her skin like crushed almonds.–John Green
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged black, black and white, book, books, poem, poems, poetry, retro, vintage, white on June 27, 2013| 1 Comment »
You cannot reject your own life.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged black, black and white, book, books, poem, poems, poetry, retro, vintage, white on June 27, 2013| 1 Comment »
I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material of me. My love’s not impersonal yet not wholly subjective either. I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emoticons, as that person. But I am not omniscient. I have to live my life, and it is the only one I’ll ever have. And you cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time.
–Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Hello
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged black, black and white, book, books, poem, poems, poetry, retro, vintage, white on June 26, 2013| Leave a Comment »
Dear All,
Huge apologies for the lack of updates to Under The Night Starry Sky recently. Unfortunately the silence will continue for the next ten days. The problem is that I don’t have an access to the Internet on my laptop and blogging on phone is quite difficult.
So, that’s it. The website hasn’t died. That’s for sure.
I will be back soon. I miss you all.
Thanks!
Poppy
All of Me is All for You
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged black, black and white, book, books, music, poem, poems, poetry, retro, song, vintage, white on June 23, 2013| 3 Comments »
Is there a cure for this pain
Maybe I should have something to eat
But food won’t take this emptiness away
I am hungry for you my love
Well I made it through another day
In my cold room
On scraps and pieces left behind
I survice on the memory of you
All of Me is All for You
You are All I see
All of Me is All for You
You are All I need
All this life is all for Love
Is it the Only road I will choose
And every street and avenue
Only One will lead me back to you
One Love, One Love, One Love
One Love, One Love, One Love
— Angus and Julia Stone, All of Me
You are pretty something.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged black, black and white, book, books, poem, poems, poetry, retro, vintage, white on June 18, 2013| 2 Comments »
“She raises her fingers to her lips, as if concentrating, or as if hiding her mouth from me, or as if to feel the words she speaks. “You’re pretty something.”, she says finally. She stares at me, my eyes and her eyes and nothing between them. I have nothing to gain from kissing her. But I am no longer looking to gain anything. “There’s something I have to do.”, I say, and she nods very slightly, as if she knows the something, and I kiss her.”
— John Green
P.S. I Love you.
200 followers
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged black, black and white, book, books, poem, poems, poetry, retro, vintage, white on June 18, 2013| 2 Comments »
Oh My God…this is my blog and I have 200 followers. Huge thank you to all people who share my interests, ideas and point of views. Thank you all! I appreciate it a lot!! ♥