“I am fully aware and in full possession of myself. […] I have no desire to be understood, admired, pitied, or even known;”
— Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 1, 1926-1927; August 6th, 1926

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“I am fully aware and in full possession of myself. […] I have no desire to be understood, admired, pitied, or even known;”
— Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 1, 1926-1927; August 6th, 1926
Remorques (1941), dir. Jean Grémillon
(by WALTER MELON 47)
This is just my edit but I fucking love this
“I just need a person” or “I just used a person”
I feel like the original way you read it says something about you.
𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖾.
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every time with sashimi it's like well how good could it be, it's just raw fish and you take a bite and start ripping your clothes off and roaring
From The Lilac Fairy Book by Andrew Lang
"The Bones of Djulung"
Illustration by Henry Justice Ford, 1910.
A fresh snowfall and recent meal means the geese are ready to bath and they head off into the deep snow to play.
being lowkey and out the way>
“Maybe it was the smell of ripe tomatoes, or the oriole singing, or that certain slant of light on a yellow afternoon and the beans hanging thick around me. It just came to me in a wash of happiness that made me laugh out loud, startling the chickadees who were picking at the sunflowers, raining black and white hulls on the ground. I knew it with a certainty as warm and clear as the September sunshine. The land loves us back. She loves us with beans and tomatoes, with roasting ears and blackberries and birdsongs. By a shower of gifts and a heavy rain of lessons. She provides for us and teaches us to provide for ourselves. That’s what good mothers do.”
— Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass
love when men are sitting down and you’re standing up and they bring you into them by grabbing your waist and pulling you close