Denise De La Cruz

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The Space In-Between


To me,
You are not a dream,
You are that moment
When head meets pillow,
Eyes flutter closed,
When darkness blankets not only room,
But mind,
The space is silent,
Flooded with peace,
When all of life,
In that moment of calm,
Those short minutes of giving in,
Of allowing rest…




I found you living
In a Hemingway novel
A home in the space between his words
Existing in the lines of his pages
A faint trace of nature
Lingering scent of warm whiskey
A man of earth
Dwelling on Paris avenues
The man you hoped you were
I found your soul
Tucked away
Melancholic and…


(Source: serfborts, via pizza)


boys are so gross please get away from me

"I take a song that doesn’t exist and I pretend it into existence by way of forgetting that that’s not really a song yet.. and playing it like it is."

- John Mayer (via micahfreeman)

"We connected through the movies and we were experiencing something fundamental together, we were living through the emotional truths on the screen together. Sometimes they’re expressed in small things: gestures, glances, reactions between the characters, light and shadow. Things we wouldn’t discuss, or couldn’t discuss, or even acknowledge in our own lives, and that’s part of the wonder. So when I hear people dismiss movies as fantasy or make a hard distinction between film and life, I think that’s just a way of avoiding the power of cinema. Of course it’s not life, it’s the invocation of life. It’s an ongoing dialogue with life."

- Martin Scorsese  (via tiredestprincess)

(Source: thatfilmdudekalen, via kubrickampersand)

Sometimes writing songs is like waiting in for deliveries. They give you a window, and your washing machine is going to show up, whether the window is the album or something you’re thinking like, “This thing is going to come to me.” But on the other hand, you can’t just sit around and wait. You have to just do it and get it wrong sometimes in order to advance. I’ve had a lot of practice with that now. And that’s me usually sitting or standing or pacing around or whatever, but it’s all an internal tussle.

(Source: arcticmonkeysdaily, via lovelikefallingsnow)


The waiting is the hardest part.
John Register

(via coffee-walk-with-me)

"well, my mind has never been the same
since and the typing helps but you can’t
type all the time…"

- Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers At Last (via introspectivepoet)