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In Search of the lost Time

A twenty something year old writer and translator, working for UNIFEM, who loves classic literature, though enjoys reading new texts. A film lover, especially foreign movies. A constant traveller. A lover. A jazz and blues fan. Likes making little random acts of kindness. Likes to relax and enjoy nature. A vegetarian.
retrogasm:

Marilyn Monroe knew she was a commodity and was in complete control. She knew how to work her brand to the best advantage.  She must have collapsed at night when she was done playing Marilyn and slept as Norma Jean…

retrogasm:

Marilyn Monroe knew she was a commodity and was in complete control. She knew how to work her brand to the best advantage.  She must have collapsed at night when she was done playing Marilyn and slept as Norma Jean…

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Alexisonfire

—No Transitory

blackbarebones:

Alexisonfire - “No Transitory”

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When the clock struck 12 am, a feeling of emptiness takes hold of me. It seems as if that hour has something special within it. So, I go for a smoke. I’ve been trying to quit since March with a few successes but every time I have to face this feeling of loneliness, I start smoking again; or whenever he talks to me. And it makes me mad because I shouldn’t depend on him to feel better. In fact, it worsens the situation because I know that he doesn’t feel the same way I do.
Anyway, I have this issue with crying… I’m not able to cry in front of people because apparently, I feel some sort of vulnerability that I’m not able “to afford”. But I discovered that I’m not able to cry even when I’m alone except when it’s something really heartbreaking, such as death.
Because, because, because, because.
And it hurts to feel this lonely when you know you have true friends that are always there for you. I was speaking to one of them and she told me she gets frustrated because she doesn’t know how to help me. It’s not her nor anyone else. It’s me. I’m my own problem and my own solution. Although sometimes, in the fog, the solution looks somehow fishy and treacherous. Trying to be positive, I know that somehow I will find my way through the fog.

If someone told me to write a book on morality, it would have a hundred pages and ninety-nine of them would be blank. On the last page I would write, “I recognize only one duty and that is to love.” And as far as everything else is concerned, I say no.

—Albert Camus  (via human-voices)

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usuu:

there are certain people whos textposts i love reading even if they arent funny or about intersting stuff they just have a nice way of talking about their lives

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History channel is televising the documentary on Ancient Aliens. I don’t believe that anyone takes it seriously, but they put it because it’s so absurd that you still watch it.
Anytime they put on a show in History Channel, I tell a friend… interesting story, there were no aliens but still, interesting story.
And, I swear that I would watch the shit out if they made a documentary called “Aliens vs Nazis: in search for the Holy Grail”.

You know that moment when you’re reading a book and you just have to stop and bite your lip and squeal or sigh or close your eyes and wrinkle your nose and forehead and press the book against your heart and just like sit there and try to soak up the gorgeous literature via osmosis?

That’s my favorite part of reading. 

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