{ No tears, Cosima. These shites aren't worth the salt. Tell Siobhan she's done right. Always. And tell your sisters I'm proud to have been part of them all. Turn around, luv. Turn around. Good girl.}
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In stile Poe.
I have always been attracted to the glamour of sorrow. I think I’ve always been interested in the juxtaposition between a beautiful song and a painful subject material.
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"You are the calm in the center of the chaos"
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You’re all making the world FACTUALLY better.
“What mysterious force is sowing peace among humankind? One possible reason is that there are more atheists and nonbelievers than ever before. In America, millennials are the largest and least religious generation in the country’s history. The trend toward secularization in the US mirrors the movement in Europe and throughout the developed world. And poll after poll have shown that the nonreligious also lean more progressive and more pacifist on a wide variety of issues relating to violence: torture, the death penalty, corporal punishment, military adventurism and more.” (x)
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Lol
Sara Ramirez’s teeth are brighter than my future
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I made a promise to Cristina that I wouldn’t let you get all dark and twisty. That I’d be your person if you needed one.
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I'm not so weird, then.
do you ever talk to yourself but in your second language
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Senza di te tornavo, come ebbro,
non più capace d'esser solo, a sera
quando le stanche nuvole dileguano
nel buio incerto.
Mille volte son stato così solo
dacché son vivo, e mille uguali sere
m'hanno oscurato agli occhi l'erba, i monti
le campagne, le nuvole.
Solo nel giorno, e poi dentro il silenzio
della fatale sera. Ed ora, ebbro,
torno senza di te, e al mio fianco
c'è solo l'ombra.
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E mi sarai lontano mille volte,
e poi, per sempre. Io non so frenare
quest'angoscia che monta dentro al seno;
essere solo.
Pier Paolo Pasolini, E mi sarai lontano mille volte
(via luomocheleggevalibri)
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Esercizio n. 69
“A volte lei sentiva le ossa scricchiolare quando alzava le gambe fin sulle spalle di lui, sentiva il risucchio dei baci, il suono, come di pioggia, di labbra e lingue, lo spandersi degli umori nel calore delle bocche, come se stessero mangiando un frutto che si scioglieva sotto la lingua”
[Anais Nin]
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Uno dei miei esercizi preferiti.
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La canzone del giorno.
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