We all try.Tumblr (3.0; @bluesdetoi)http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/<iframe src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F81357401&liking=false&sharing=false&origin=tumblr" frameborder="0" allowtransparency="true" class="soundcloud_audio_player" width="500" height="116"></iframe><br/><br/><p>Heartbreaking and absolutely amazing.</p>http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/48049572094http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/48049572094Mon, 15 Apr 2013 19:09:12 +0200musicamazinglovedowntempochilldanishbon iversynthetic<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/3a39f5a8fd478c325dfefe7b6f32d711/tumblr_mifltpLRNv1qbv7d3o1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p>I’ll never tire of the simple wonder of your slowburning love.</p>http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/43420834067http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/43420834067Mon, 18 Feb 2013 20:51:25 +0100drawingillustrationpencilblack and whitegirlhairhandwritingjamie woonlyricsmusic<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/fa898cda1f4b0ad406217b8ce88993c1/tumblr_mhwfcz3tnL1qbv7d3o1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p>Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry, sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough, I don’t know why. Keep making me laugh, let’s go get high, the road is long, we carry on try to have fun in the meantime.</p>http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/42574714837http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/42574714837Fri, 08 Feb 2013 12:17:23 +0100lana del reya fine frenzypostitwordshandwritinginstagramlifehopehopelesssigntextnote<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/30f540a89f02ac99f893a6da177face7/tumblr_mhd0sxanl91qbv7d3o1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p>You’ve done nothing at all, to make me love you less, so come back when you can.</p>http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/41738182271http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/41738182271Tue, 29 Jan 2013 00:48:33 +0100megirlpolaroidvintagebrunettered lipstickbarcelonacome back when you canlyricslove“There are some things about myself I can’t explain to anyone. There are some things I don’t understand at all. I can’t tell what I think about things or what I’m after. I don’t know what my strengths are or what I’m supposed to do about them. But if I start thinking about these things in too much detail the whole thing gets scary. And if I get scared I can only think about myself. I become really self-centered, and without meaning to, I hurt people. So I’m not such a wonderful human being.”<br/><br/> - <em>Haruki Murakami, A Slow Boat to China (via <a href="http://escaping-the-bell-jar.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog" target="_blank">escaping-the-bell-jar</a>)</em>http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/41357810666http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/41357810666Thu, 24 Jan 2013 14:47:49 +0100<a href="http://undesirable-youth.tumblr.com/post/38630940699/just-to-be-close">An Exception: Just To Be Close</a>: <p><a href="http://undesirable-youth.tumblr.com/post/38630940699/just-to-be-close" class="tumblr_blog" target="_blank">undesirable-youth</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>He was in love with her,<br/>And she loved another who -<br/>Did not love her back.</p> <p>He remained at her side -<br/>Day and night,<br/>Through tears, pleas, and heavy sighs<br/>Just to bask in her presence.</p> <p>Wrapping his arms around her -<br/>Comforting not only her, but himself<br/>Kissing her cheek to steal sorrows;<br/>To ease…</p></blockquote>http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/38793477544http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/38793477544Tue, 25 Dec 2012 16:32:39 +0100“I was about half in love with her by the time we sat down. That’s the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty… you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are.”<br/><br/> - <em>J.D Salinger</em>http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/38255258836http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/38255258836Tue, 18 Dec 2012 23:37:57 +0100catcher in the ryebookexcerptquotewordsgirlstruthwomen<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/54c04188977cc3e0af592844666c0b3d/tumblr_mf4rccCI3Z1qbv7d3o1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/>http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/38065817212http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/38065817212Sun, 16 Dec 2012 16:36:12 +0100quotebooktextwritingexcerptharuki murakamijapaneseliteratureloveforgettingrelationships<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/051b8750bc74a1b1a9e40b30e4743f59/tumblr_mezygmT1wD1qbv7d3o1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p>It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright; no one’s got it all.</p>http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/37873849070http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/37873849070Fri, 14 Dec 2012 02:21:58 +0100regina spektorlyricssongtruthquotewordslovebrunette<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/adf03a4b9a2ac93bcbe64a2314a9006a/tumblr_mezybwba4s1qbv7d3o1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/>http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/37873624849http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/37873624849Fri, 14 Dec 2012 02:19:08 +0100musicwordstruthquotehandwrittennoterelationshipslove<p>“I will remember the kisses <br/> our lips raw with love <br/> and how you gave me <br/> everything you had <br/> and how I <br/> offered you what was left of <br/> me, <br/> and I will remember your small room <br/> the feel of you <br/> the light in the window <br/> your records <br/> your books <br/> our morning coffee <br/> our noons our nights <br/> our bodies spilled together <br/> sleeping <br/> the tiny flowing currents <br/> immediate and forever <br/> your leg my leg <br/> your arm my arm <br/> your smile and the warmth <br/> of you <br/> who made me laugh <br/> again.” <br/> ― Charles Bukowski</p>http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/36022400841http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/36022400841Mon, 19 Nov 2012 00:07:04 +0100bukowskipoemliteraturequoteclassicbeautifulloveamericanwordswriting<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdeia42do81qbv7d3o1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p>How many of us get stuck in one certain point of our past, one person that in our minds changed our perception on life and love and draw comparisons to that very event for the rest of our lives. Everything of course fades in comparison, not because it isn’t good enough or even better, but because nothing can match that first feeling of complete and utter infatuation, the feeling that one person is your meant to be. Even after it’s left buried in the rubble, we continue living because you can’t be a spectator in your own story, someone has to live it to tell it, but nothing ever quite feels the same after. For me it was a fairly brief encounter. I’ve been through things much more complicated and real, but they never left me with the feeling that they were my forever. One person still does and the fact that they are a continued presence in my life makes it that much harder to ignore and archive in the past drawer. This person once claimed I would forever have his heart, even after I broke it, and that he will always be left wondering what if, although he could never trust me enough to commit emotionally again. This person has a tendency of fucking everything up, even if completely despite his intentions. He doesn’t know better, he legitimately thinks that he is doing everything right and for the right reasons, but eventually it destroyed what we had built. No one ever acknowledged the blame, it was stuck somewhere in the nothingness that came to define us. I know he is wondering what if, still. I know because like me, even if he has removed himself from it, emotionally he is left standing there. Because like me, he hasn’t found anything that compares to the idealised version we have of us. I know because we have always remained the same, and even if we aren’t together, we are both still around and we can’t seem to make up our minds whether to stay or to leave. And ultimately either way the wind blows, we’re going to remain here completely engulfed in indecisiveness and fear. Fear of losing out if we move in either direction. Not to mention the fear of exploring something that in our minds still remains imperfectly perfect. No one likes their illusions shattered, somehow it seems more beautiful to let it be untouched and let the memories remind us that we once shared something good. Although it was laced and sullied by our flaws, it was still ours to keep forever. </p>http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/35602867847http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/35602867847Tue, 13 Nov 2012 01:49:00 +0100loveromancewritingthoughtsmemoriesfirst lovemarilyn monroejames dean<p>Dear Karen,</p> <p>

If you’re reading this, it means I actually worked up the courage to mail it, so good for me. You don’t know me very well but if you get me started, I have a tendency to go on and on about how hard the writing is for me. This, this is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to write. There’s no easy way to say this so I’ll just say it. I met someone. It was an accident, I wasn’t looking for it, I wasn’t on the make. It was a perfect storm. She said one thing, I said another. Next thing I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation. Now there’s this feeling in my gut: she might be The One. She’s completely nuts in a way that makes me smile, highly neurotic, a great deal of maintenance required. She is you, Karen. That’s the good news. The bad is that I don’t know how to be with you right now. And it scares the shit out of me. Because if I’m not with you right now, I have this feeling we’ll get lost out there. It’s a big, bad world full of twists and turns and people have a way of blinking and missing the moment, the moment that could have changed everything. I don’t know what’s going on with us, and I can’t tell you why you should waste a leap of faith on the likes of me. But damn you smell good. Like home. And you make excellent coffee — that’s got to count for something, right? Call me.</p> <p>

Unfaithfully yours,</p> <p>Hank Moody</p>http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/35588768840http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/35588768840Mon, 12 Nov 2012 22:52:00 +0100californicationhank moodyquotelove<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ma7j6nKRju1qbv7d3o1_500.png"/><br/><br/><p>I don’t understand how people don’t regret things, I have more regrets and wishes than I can count. Just sometimes I wish I had acted with my heart instead of my brain. My heart always lost the battle.</p>http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/31360663142http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/31360663142Wed, 12 Sep 2012 00:44:46 +0200quotelyricstypewrittenwishtextwordswritingwishful thinkingloverelatiomshipmissing<p>Just saw this now, so I’m not sure what you’re referring to, but if you see my response, feel free to inbox me again, I’ll respect your privacy and avoid publishing it.</p>http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/30843381877http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/30843381877Tue, 04 Sep 2012 03:54:41 +0200<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9scbnQEkK1qbv7d3o1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/>http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/30809740680http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/30809740680Mon, 03 Sep 2012 19:52:35 +0200quotewordstruthmotivationinspirationloveinstagram<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9l8taQpJ41qbv7d3o1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p><em>Don’t look back</em></p> <p>I have a tendency of going back to old things when something new doesn’t work out. It’s safe and easy. The beauty of the old is not having to get acquainted with new information or new people. You can just fall in where you left. And who’s to say new is better than old? Maybe when the old was new, the time was wrong. Maybe it will be better second or third or fourth time around. No? No. Although the future and new are unknown, it’s the only road to take. The past can be so tempting at times, I should know, but repeating the same cycle over and over is tedious and doesn’t bring you anything to build from. You know how that story goes. You told it. You lived it. Move on. I’m trying to, I really am. </p>http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/30543167519http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/30543167519Thu, 30 Aug 2012 23:53:33 +0200futurepastsafeloverelationshipblackandwhitethoughts<iframe width="400" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ivTgMNqZc80?wmode=transparent&autohide=1&egm=0&hd=1&iv_load_policy=3&modestbranding=1&rel=0&showinfo=0&showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br/><br/><p>How does it happen that some artists gain a lot of fame despite an apparent lack of talent? And then there is Jhene Aiko.</p>http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/30239931491http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/30239931491Sun, 26 Aug 2012 15:36:28 +0200jheneaiko3:16316ammusicrnbsonglovedarknessartisticsoul<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7va0r3OFL1qbv7d3o1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/>http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/28191490813http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/28191490813Sat, 28 Jul 2012 12:48:27 +0200polaroidblackandwhitecollagelovesexphotographyvintage<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3k0xwKKfc1qbv7d3o1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p>As a consequence of a list of failed friendships and relationships, I find myself not caring about other people’s feelings. Whereas I used to put everyone before myself, now I can’t even find the empathy within me to put myself in someone else’s shoes. I’m much more careless with whom I hurt and how they are affected by it. Truth is, I’ve probably lost a lot of the person I used to be only some years ago, and I don’t know whether to celebrate or mourn it. I’m not affected by losing friendships the way I used to be, in fact I see it as something inevitable and in most cases replaceable. I don’t have the capacity to nourish 40 friendships at once, and if people don’t move me the way they used to, or have removed themselves physically I don’t put in that extra effort to keep myself updated on what they’re doing. In a way losing your sensitivity to things is helpful during things that might normally be devastating, but in an even bigger way it’s a tragedy because I can hardly recognize myself anymore, and I wonder if my old friends can either. I rarely wonder about these things though, and most of the times I go about life as if nothing has happened, and everything is completely normal, after all you can’t cry for something you have the ability to change, but refuse to do.</p> <p>What saddens me the most is that in terms of love, this careless approach seems to work the best. I used to think that if you are kind, loyal and loving enough in a relationship, that’s all that matters and needs to create something lasting. Sadly, my previous good nature has been abused several times in a short period of time, and I’ve noticed the less I care, the more they seem to. It’s not how things are supposed to be, and in a perfect world we would all be clear about what we want, like and need, but the world is far from perfect and so are we. So I’ll go along with it, I am too tired to fight the nature of life and what it’s become. Truthfully, if you’re the only one fighting, it seems like an already lost battle. </p>http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/22446848738http://bluesdetoi.tumblr.com/post/22446848738Sat, 05 May 2012 16:44:20 +0200lifedilemmasensitivitypersonalloyaltyloverelationshipsfriendshipchangecarehurttruthhappysadness