Night Owls

For the people who like (or don't) to stay up late. It maybe just because you love the night, or you can't sleep because you're having issues, you don't want to go to sleep, or simply because you are diagnosed (professionally or not) insomniac.

I really, really, really want to know why you guys are up so late at night… I want to add your stories to this tumblr, you know make it an official part of the tumblr, where you guys can share your thoughts and emotions… Tell me crazy stories of when you go out and stay out so late and get so wasted you just can’t remember exactly what happened, or just the reasons why you are home stuck onto the computer. Tell me why you think night is better than day, just anything that goes on in your mind when the whole world is sleeping and you find yourself awake. I would really appreciate it! So, thanks in advance!

Ways you can contact me:

email: fynightowls@gmail.com

formspring: http://www.formspring.me/fynightowls

tumblr: fuckyeahnightowls.tumblr.com/ask

You can be anonymous or not, your choice =] and if you email me be sure to tell me that you want your post anonymous.

So come on, share with me! Please!

Also, feel free to submit any pictures, texts, videos, chats at
http://fuckyeahnightowls.tumblr.com/submit

~ Wednesday, February 10 ~

timelesshourglass:

Tuve el valor de mirar hacia atrás
Los cadáveres de mis días
Marcan mi camino y les voy llorando
Unos se pudren en las iglesias italianas
O en pequeños bosques de limoneros
Que florecen y fructifican
Al mismo tiempo y en todas las estaciones
Otros días lloraron antes de morir en las tabernas
Donde ardientes ramos rodaban
Ante los ojos de una mulata que inventaba la poesía
Y las rosas de la electricidad se abren aún
En el jardín de mi memoria

-Guillaume Apollinaire