I decided to rewatch this silly masterpiece called Soy Luna and it took me five minutes to get a lightbulmb moment!
In ep1&s1 while Miguele directs Sharon(mostly) along the house, she notes that it smells pleasantly in the mansion. Then Monica specifies it's jasmine essential oil that Sharon showed interest in, which made me think about Ambar: how many of her perfumes does she actually use and how does it smell?
Only delicate aroma not to overstimulate Sharon and not to leave traces?
Ambar is a fashion diva and I hugely doubt she could sacrifice her image and the concept of character to make Sharon satisfied. Sth doesn't ring the bell. HELP!
My tmblr definitely isn't dedicated to books but I wanted to start with sth meaningful to me, so here it goes:
Extremely loud&Incredibly close
By Jonathan Safran Foer
It was a week after my birthday when I decided I quit getting ready for exams. And since I've been delaying the life itself for the better times that never come I decided to mark this decision with reading a book, which, surprisingly, just confirmed how little time we have and how we undermine it's importance, how indifferent we are to ourselves and care about people who don't matter.
I'm bad at words, though I always dreamt I would wake up and write sth that could save my life. I don't know, where I'm going and I fear I made a serious mistake. I can't express with words everything that this book made me hope for but I'll just make an attempt for myself, who stopped living long ago and wants to start all over again.
-“Humans are the only animal that blushes, laughs, has religion, wages war, and kisses with lips. So in a way, the more you kiss with lips, the more human you are.”
- I hated myself for going, why couldn’t I be the kind of person who stays?
- “I’m trying,” Mr. Goldberg said to me, as if only the two of us existed. “Trying what?” I asked, in a voice more concerned than I’d wanted, he took off his glasses again, “Trying to be.”
- I thought, it’s a shame that we have to live, but it’s a tragedy that we get to live only one life, because if I’d had two lives, I would have spent one of them with her.”
- “I can’t live, I’ve tried and I can’t. If that sounds simple, it’s simple like a mountain is simple.”
- “So many people enter and leave your life! Hundreds of thousands of people! You have to keep the door open so they can come in! But it also means you have to let them go!”
- “That’s been my problem. I miss what I already have, and I surround myself with things that are missing.”
- “You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.”
- “I don’t believe in God, but I believe that things are extremely complicated, and her looking over me was as complicated as anything ever could be. But it was also incredibly simple. In my only life, she was my mom, and I was her son.”
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The whole story is build up around Thomas Shell - a dead man, husband, father, son - who doesn't receive a word of his own as he died during 9/11.
Oscar Shell has become a victim of his father's death as all the other members of the family and is trying not to forget. As any other child, Oscar is desperate to find a tiny bit of a clue that could prevent him from wondering about his father's death nonstop. Each day. 24/7. Counting 7 minutes a human needs to fall asleep and then constructing his own dam of assumptions. He never finds him and it is eating him out. Instead, he finds out that the key is not a sign and doesn't clarify things, it was a mistake of a random man that started the whole process.
His father (a voiceless man, damaged by the war and his loses) has been writing him letters since he wasn't even born only to make them fulfill an empty coffin, to burry Thomas in all the words dedicated to him. Actually, he dedicated it to his other dead son he eventually hadn't raised as the love of his life died in bombardment. After that he lost his voice and, symbolically, he lost himself with the last said word "I". And married Anne's sister. The imitation of normal life has began: he wrote dozens and thousands of thoughts everywhere, imitating his long ago lost ability to speak, married the constant reminder of the burried under the ruined city love and family, living in constant guilt and attempts to make things up, which he actually never does. His decisions influenced the whole new family of constant sufferers and though it wasn't intentional the words he wrote never fixed neither him, nor people around. He spent too much time imitating the thing he missed rather than making use of the abilities left. Named above Thomas Shell burried his life thrice with his letters, poor actions and son in an empty coffin. I hate that he always was too late and too early and eventually didn't show up.
There's not a single fcking happy serene character in this book which made me think we are all the same, that this limbo is eternal, that there's no dead end until you make one. Which states: it's simplier than it is, life and your place in it are right in your fcking sigh; I'm genuinely this grandfather, Oscar, mom and granny; and actually none of them did wrong, neither did I, cause the peace begins with your permission to accept the only life you've got.
We don't have to make it up to the past
The only moment we have is the current one
And it's the only way - to believe in what you are given
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