December 2010
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With Andrea, we started playing the game from Jeux d’Enfants today. She ran through the corridor yelling:’I kiiiiiilled Sirius Black! I kiiilled Sirius Black!’ and I stood on a chair selling the Polyjuice Potion.
‘cap ou pas cap?’
Oh and then I wanted her to steal the glass of cucumbers which stood on a heater at the backstage of a theater where almost all of the...
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as-the-sparrow:
I disregard the proportions, the measures, the tempo of the ordinary world. I refuse to live in the ordinary world as ordinary women. To enter ordinary relationships. I want ecstasy. I am a neurotic — in the sense that I live in my world. I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself.
— Anais Nin
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“He feels he can’t really be himself around people, and it’s not that he wants to...”
– “Narrow Road” by John Haskell (via ronmarks)
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George Orwell de presses me.
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The Seagull
pinpricks:
(Someone knocks on the window near the desk.)
KONSTANTIN. What’s that? (Goes and looks through the window) It’s so dark I can’t see a thing. (Opens the French doors, looks out at the garden, calls) Who’s there? (Goes out; we hear his footsteps on the veranda) Nina! Nina! (In a moment he returns with Nina) Nina!
(NIna leans her head on his chest and sobs softly.)
(Deeply moved)...
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fuckyeahexistentialism:
From the moment of my birth, the angels of anxiety, worry, and death stood at my side, followed me out when I played, followed me in the sun of springtime and in the glories of summer. They stood at my side in the evening when I closed my eyes, and intimidated me with death, hell, and eternal damnation. And I would often wake up at night and stare widely into the room: Am...
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In your heart of chambers where you sit with...
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The Unstoppable Evelyn McHale by Jason Stout
It is only a Thursday, yet Evelyn wears her pearls. Her fiance had given her the pearls two weeks ago when she visited him at Lafayette College in Easton, Pennsylvania. He was on the GI Bill and she knew he couldn’t have afforded them on his own. His parents must have helped, but she was smart enough not to ask. She adored the double strand necklace, and would cherish it for the rest of her...
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“Victor Hugo would write naked and tell his valet to hide his clothes so that...”
– What we can learn from procrastination : The New Yorker (via Instapaper)
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capucha:
Just like the title says.
lexi-gold-deactivated20110601 asked: Hey!
I just wanted to say thank you for giving me the link to permanently deleting facebook, it was helpful and I am now on my way of getting rid of that beast forever. :-)
I just wanted to say thank you for giving me the link to permanently deleting facebook, it was helpful and I am now on my way of getting rid of that beast forever. :-)
visuallyappealingaddict asked: You're thoughts/posts are so interesting, please I beg, never delete your tumblr!
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When one of the professors died, I lingered on a berg of tears, it was about to melt.
The French class started. Paul. I never call him that way, Paul le professeur looked me sharply in the eye and spoke: ‘Say: I’m happy.’
He looked like painted with watercolours and I did it, it was hard, I lied: ‘Je suis heureuse.’
The meaning didn’t matter, there was so...
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“She was like Marat only with nobody to kill her.”
– Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
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