Fragments of Lives

~ I have always preferred the reflection of the life to life itself. ~

[somehow---here]

— Come sei strana oggi — le disse. — Io? Trovi? Non sono strana, sono cattiva. Mi accade talvolta. Avrei voglia di piangere.

Lev Tolstoj, Anna Karenina, 1877, parte prima, cap. XXVIII (Dolly ed Anna)

[justanonymousjudith-blog]

Almost there…

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God,I love this city! Just saw two guys tap dancing on the tube..I felt like Katherine from Newsies and now I need to tell the world what is happening aroind me! lol

[moonwalkerandthedragon-deactiva]

Richard Wright talks about “The Great Gig In The Sky”

[excitementshewrote]

[electric-umbrella]

how to write an essay:

start writing

lose focus

get on tumblr

reblog

panic

repeat

[heavyanddissolved]

Libreria Acqua Alta is a bookshop in Venice.

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[literarylines]

Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of you.

Love by Pablo Neruda

[literarylines]

I long for you; I, who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.

Franz Kafka, “Letter to Milena” (via literarylines)

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Tu non fai che cercar di tamponare la solitudine che sfugge da tutte le parti.

John Steinbeck, Quel fantastico giovedì (via luomocheleggevalibri)

[back-to-the-40s]

Marlene Dietrich in Paris, 1933.

[freshmoviequotes]

Taxi Driver (1976)

[tremendousandsonorouswords]

Dans le noir du temps, Jean-Luc Godard, in Ten Minutes Older: The Cello, 2002

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Les cousins, Claude Chabrol (1959)

[justanonymousjudith-blog]

“It is not what we think or feel that makes us who we are. It is what we do. Or fail to do…”

~Jane A. - Sense and Sensibility

[tremendousandsonorouswords]

In fondo un individuo decadente come me non sa amare bene.

Italo Svevo, da Diario per la fidanzata, 26 Gennaio 1896 (via tremendousandsonorouswords)

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Blythe Baird - “Pocket-Sized Feminism || Check out the rest of the poem on Button Poetry