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Laura Marling at O2 Academy, Leeds, 8th March 2017.
âI remember one morning getting up at dawn. There was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling. And I⊠I remember thinking to myself: So this is the beginning of happiness, this is where it starts. And of course there will always be moreâŠnever occurred to me it wasnât the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment, right then.â
Michael Cunningham, The Hours (via amortizing)
Bruges, Belgium
A cartoon by Olivia de Recat.
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Brouhaha - dĂ©finition : Bruit de voix confus Ă©manant dâune foule.
Sophie Scholl, German resistance member, executed aged 21 in 1943
âThe real damage is done by those millions who want to "survive.â The honest men who just want to be left in peace. Those who donât want their little lives disturbed by anything bigger than themselves. Those with no sides and no causes.Those who wonât take measure of their own strength, for fear of antagonizing their own weakness. Those who donât like to make waves â or enemies. Those for whom freedom, honor, truth, and principles are only literature. Those who live small, mate small, die small. Itâs the reductionist approach to life: if you keep it small, youâll keep it under control. If you donât make any noise, the bogeyman wonât find you. But itâs all an illusion, because they die too, those people who roll up their spirits into tiny little balls so as to be safe. Safe?! From what? Life is always on the edge of death; narrow streets lead to the same place as wide avenues, and a little candle burns itself out just like a flaming torch does. I choose my own way to burn.â
Emma & Adele ~ Blue is The Warmest Color