février 2011
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janvier 2011
141 billets
Anonyme a demandé : "The pain, so unexpected and undeserved had for some reason cleared away the cobwebs. I realized I didn't hate the cabinet door, I hated my life... My house, my family, my backyard, my power mower. Nothing would ever change; nothing new could ever be expected. It had to end, and it did."
Sorry, I saw the rest of the quote, but I wanted to add the beginning of it.
What...
Sorry, I saw the rest of the quote, but I wanted to add the beginning of it.
What...
Red carpet actresses wearing clothes worth $2 million versus the young and jobless Egyptians. This world disgusts me.
Tonight I went to LA to a cafe called Intelligentsia and ran into Adrian Grenier as he walked out of the restroom. He said “hey” and I smiled like a fool and melted. Upon exiting the cafe onto the terrace, house chai in hand, I met eyes with Adrien Brody and sat at his table when he and the other Adrian left. He smokes mellow yellows and I feel like I’m in a dream. Shoot.
Soon we will be strangers. No, we can never be that. Hurting someone is an act...
– Intimacy by Hanif Kureishi
Friday is a funeral.
– Saturday’s a prize.
Thin as a dime, but I want to be thinner.
Take me to New York.
– I’m drinking Manhattans.
Graham Greene always said that no story has a beginning or an end. I can only...
– Zoey
The man of my dreams sings me to sleep.
vincentthewolf a demandé : Hello. My name is Vince and would like to ask you a question.
Where is your favorite place to be in the whole world?
Where is your favorite place to be in the whole world?
I'm selling my body to raise cochella money.
takers?
How can I accept a limited definable self when I feel, in me, all possibilities.
– Anaïs Nin
First day of oil painting and I get it on my favorite jacket.
to drown, to sink, unconscious—supreme bliss.
– Isolde
There aren’t many people in this world I miss as much as I miss you.
Find me a mirror without my reflection, I’ll look in it all day.
The Earth has a skin and that skin has diseases, one of its diseases is called...
– Nietzsche
I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen.
– John Steinbeck