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The most beautiful story ever

#thalassophile

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

Te dau pe orice

'At the end of the day, it is what it is.'

The neck has a crucial function for beauty. It is a sort of viaduct, and beyond the bridge you can truly lose yourself forever, like when you arrive in the desert and move forward between dunes which, caressed by the wind, seem to multiply endlessly. / V. A.

INFJ: The Genius, The Philosophical Artist, The Sexpert, The Prophet, The 'Creme de la Femme'

Psychological Warfare

Know thyself

Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality.

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O veste care a venit ca un trăznet peste noi toți: Adi nu mai este. După ce șocul și durerea vor trece, va rămâne poezia; poeziile de dragoste atât de frumoase. Vor rămâne amintirile și frumusețea. Adi recitând - și o melodie care, deși nu era în playlistul lui, e posibil să descrie raiul, așa cum îl vedeasimțea el. Rămâi cu bine Adi, ne vom întâlni cu toții în acel loc. Înmormântarea va avea loc azi, cimitirul Bellu, aleea Artiștilor.

CALM - the sanctuary in my pocket. And the first story I've listened today on the beach. So so happy for this.

...With a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about it / And pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me

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INFJ personality type rage

Non-bipolar mood shifts.

Nice to meet you, my name is Weirdo

'The strong rarely have an easy past.'

'Un gentleman nu se îmbată niciodată. El face intoxicație etilică. Că nu a citit aceleași cărți cu toți bețivii.' #weekend

Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things. / R. B.

#builtnotborn #nofitnessgear #noexcuses

'It’s said that when you deeply wound an INFJ, they don’t "hate" you, they "nothing" you. If the door has been slammed on you, it’s because the INFJ saw no other way of stopping the emotional pain you were causing them. They tend to be patient and forgiving of others’ shortcomings, but even INFJs have their breaking point. When an unhealthy relationship becomes draining and damaging, the INFJ must remove it to save their sanity. Usually the door is slammed only as a last resort.'

10 secrets of the INFJ, the rarest personality type

I am an INFJ and it is scarily accurate.

Life, now, was unfolding before me, constantly and visibly, like the flowers of summer that drop fanlike petals on eternal soil. Overall, I was happiest to be alone; for it was then I was most aware of what I possessed. Free to look out over the rooftops of the city. Happy to be alone in the company of friends, the company of lovers and strangers. Everything, I decided, in this life, was pure pleasure. / Roman Payne, 'Rooftop Soliloquy'

Când prietenii îți trimit poze din Tenerife ca dovadă că mutra ta apare pe acolo pe ziduri :) / with Andra Rotaru

'They say a good love is one that sits you down, gives you a drink of water, and pats you on top of the head. But I say a good love is one that casts you into the wind, sets you ablaze, makes you burn through the skies and ignite the night like a phoenix; the kind that cuts you loose like a wildfire and you can't stop running simply because you keep on burning everything that you touch! I say that's a good love; one that burns and flies, and you run with it!'

#summervibes

'I'd learned myself by the age of sixteen that just as girls guarded their virginity, boys guarded something less tangible which they called "Themselves".'

It is a frightening thought that man also has a shadow side to him, consisting not just of little weaknesses - and foibles, but of a positively demonic dynamism. The individual seldom knows anything of this; to him, as an individual, it is incredible that he should ever in any circumstances go beyond himself. But let these harmless creatures form a mass, and there emerges a raging monster. / Carl Jung, 'On the Psychology of the Unconscious'

#wknd

'The greatest revenge is compassion.'

'Witchery is merely a word for what we are all capable of.'

Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom. / Tagore

Most beautiful book on inner beauty

'I know of witches who whistle at different pitches, calling things that don't have names.'

Patrick Melrose - watching it and loving it