October 14, 2014
"I miss you, you know, I miss your lips, your hands, your whole warm and strong body, and your face and your smiles, your voice. I miss you. But I like missing you so hard because it makes me feel strongly that you are not a dream, you are real, you are living, and I’ll meet you again."

— Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Nelson Algren 

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October 14, 2014
"I am too tired and I miss you too much."

— de Beauvoir, Simone. A Transatlantic Love Affair: Letters to Nelson Algren.  

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October 14, 2014
my final thought before making most decisions: fuck it
October 12, 2014

La vie d’Adele (2013) dir. Abdellatif Kechiche


La vie d’Adele (2013) dir. Abdellatif Kechiche

October 8, 2014

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October 7, 2014

"I’ll wonder what you’re doing, but I won’t call"

October 6, 2014

September 29, 2014
"I am awfully greedy; I want everything from life. I want to be a woman and to be a man, to have many friends and to have loneliness, to work much and write good books, to travel and enjoy myself, to be selfish and to be unselfish… You see, it is difficult to get all which I want. And then when I do not succeed I get mad with anger."

Simone de Beauvoir (via feellng)

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September 29, 2014

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September 29, 2014

It’s all sitting in coffee shops staring at screens

It’s all biting nails, glancing down and away

It’s all typical

It’s all drinking warm beers in late afternoon  

It’s all sunflowers wilting in mason jars

It’s all natural light

It’s all cutting pears with sharp knives

It’s all calling far away boys

or hoping they call me

It’s all walking long streets wet with sweat

It’s all writing letters to whom it may concern

It’s all uncertain

It’s all 24 hour diners and $7 smoothies

It’s all taking cold showers in the morning

It’s all inexplicably sleepless nights

riding bike brakes down hills

trying to dance a two step

drinking white russians on friday nights

missing people and places

watching dumb movies

laughing in bed

It’s all fun

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