В историческия музей

Поглеждам в очите ви мъртви
и ме връхлита буря от спомени,
изтъкани от нишките на хиляди съдби
и сплетени с трупове заровени.

Зад тези вече празни погледи,
застинали в студения камък,
се крият толкова скъпи мечти,
които още живеят в човешката памет.

Ах, как ни носите на вашите плещи,
дори след толкова много години.
На вас, хайдути, всичко дължим,
на вас и на вашите дружини.

"Nothing in the world is ever completely wrong. Even a stopped clock is right twice a day."
— Paulo Coelho, Brida (via kushandwizdom)

Laurell K. Hamilton, Blood Noir


Laurell K. Hamilton, Blood Noir


It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Edgar Allan Poe (via feellng)
"When you provoke extreme emotions from a person, they’re not quite themselves at that point, or perhaps, they’re purely themselves."
"Everyone has a 2am and a 2pm personality. I’m more interested in the monster you become at 2am rather than the human being you pretend to be at 2pm."
"I really like how all bookstores or libraries are quiet. No one talks above a whisper. It’s like everyone is respecting and listening to the voices from the books. It’s truly magical."
— (via bookphile)
"I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up, and the smile that follows. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I don’t want to share you."
— (via bl-ossomed)