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Pentru că unele dintre noile device-uri îmi cer o parolă uitată demult, continuarea va fi, deocamdată, noul CARPE NOCTEM (link aici)

It is the honey in my veins that makes my blood thicker, and my soul quieter. / Nietzsche

No meat & dairy

International Cat Day 2018





Loneliness, you lioness

Cel mai bun serial tv de până acum și primul clip recomandat de youtube azi.

@Linea, with D.

The most beautiful story ever


I finally settle on a glass of rich red claret. It smells of old houses and aged wood and dark secrets, but also of hard, hot sunshine through ancient shutters and long, wicked afternoons in a four-poster bed. It's not a wine, it's a life, right there in the glass. / N. H.

But, when nothing subsists of an old past, after the death of people, after the destruction of things, alone, frailer but more enduring, more immaterial, more persistent, more faithful, smell and taste still remain for a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, on the ruin of all the rest, bearing without giving way, on their almost impalpable droplet, the immense edifice of memory. / Proust

At no other time does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost. / Rainer Maria Rilke, 'Letters on Cézanne'

From many years ago. Long story short.

I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I think people would see it because 'romantic' does not mean 'sugary.' It's dark and tormented - the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can not attain. / Breillat

There is no need for sculptures in a house where a cat lives. / Bates

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