The View from the Moon

I'm a twenty-something citizen of the Moon, weird theatre person, and bonne vivante. I like strawberries and bananas.
This is my stream of consciousness; thoughts, visuals, sounds.
Thank you for visiting. :-)
~ Monday, December 17 ~
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And then she fell in love. She fell in love silently, obstinately—-perhaps helplessly. It came slowly, but when it came it worked like a powerful spell: an irresistible and fateful impulse.
— Amy Foster
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~ Wednesday, December 12 ~
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Ana Teresa Barboza

I haven’t written in a while, and now all I offer is a wonderful reblog of a wonderful artist. Oh, oh, oh.


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~ Friday, November 2 ~
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Oh, Miles Davis! 

Oh, Miles Davis! 

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Sara Bareilles - Gonna Get Over You

This song is so quotable, especially in my today. I mean, it’s just THIS. So… I’m just gonna post the whole song. 

Goodbye
Should be sayin’ that to you by now, shouldn’t I?
Layin’ down the law that I live by,
Though maybe next time

I’ve got a thick tongue,
Brimming with the words that go unsung
Simmer then the burn for a someone,
A wrong one

And I tell myself to let the story end,
My heart will rest in someone else’s hand
My ‘why not me?’ philosophy began,
And I say

Ooh, how’m I gonna get over you?
I’ll be alright, just not tonight
Someday, oh I wish you’d want me to stay
I’ll be alright, just not tonight,
Someday

Maybe is a vicious little word that can slay me
Keep me when I’m hurting and make me,
Hang from your hands

Well, no more,
I won’t beg to buy a shot at your back door
If I make it at the thought of you, what for?
It’s not me anymore

And I’m not the girl that I intend to be,
I dare you darling, just you wait and see
But this time not for you but just for me,
And I say

Ooh, how’m I gonna get over you?
I’ll be alright, just not tonight
Someday, oh I wish you’d want me to stay
I’ll be alright, just not tonight,
Someday

Say it’s coming soon,
Someday without you,
All I can do
Is get me past the ghost of you,

Wave goodbye to me,
I won’t say I’m sorry,
I’ll be alright
once I find the other side of someday
Oohoohooohoohooh…
Oohoohooohoohooh…

Ooh, how’m I gonna get over you?
I’ll be alright, just not tonight
Someday, oh I wish you’d want me to stay
I’ll be alright, just not tonight,
Someday


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superawesomeshop:

The Instant Comfort Pocket Box, by Kim Wellings in Utrecht, Netherlands.

I want. This is beautiful, beautiful a thousand times. 

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~ Saturday, October 27 ~
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I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart: I am, I am, I am.
— ‘The Bell Jar’, Sylvia Plath
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~ Friday, October 26 ~
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As of late…

As of late, my heart has been turned off. I cannot think of it anymore.

I pour my thoughts and soul into my work, and the ‘I’ I’m training to become.

Yet… yet… 

Fire continues to be played with. Boots remain muddied. Glasses have not had the fog wiped off. 

I have jumped off the cliff, but I refuse to think of the fall. 

If I crash, or if a bed of flowers awaits me, concerns me not.

My heart has been turned off.

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Pain throws your heart to the ground
Love turns the whole thing around
Fear is a friend who’s misunderstood
But I know the heart of life is good
Heart of Life, John Mayer

~ Friday, October 19 ~
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nevver:

Roa

THIS IS LIKE THREE BLOCKS AWAY FROM MY HOUSE. 

I saw the whole process of it. It’s wonderful and impressive. Right now we have an iguana plague in Puerto Rico, since they’re not native animals. 


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La cabronería regresa a mí como un pájaro perdido.

Y así mismo mis sentidos regresan a mí. Vuelvo a mi misma. Encuentro mi centro que andaba perdido en otros espacios. 

“Yo sé que soy fuerte, quizás un poco difícil. Tengo los ovarios bien grandes. Pero sé lo que puedo dar y me amo como soy. Y ESTA (gesto vulgar pélvico) del que me quiera cambiar. Bastante complejos tuve en la adolescencia, y me tuve que aprender a amar a to’ pulmón, y aprender a disfrutarme con todo lo que tengo. Soy feliz con lo que soy.”

… boom!

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