December 2011
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We fear death, we shudder at life’s instability, we grieve to see the flowers...
– Hermann Hesse, Narcissus and Goldmund (from peachlatkeens; via yama-bato)
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Showing my Mom the letter I wrote to Christoph for...
Mom: You signed it 'Julia'.
Me: Yeah, that's my name.
Mom: Why didn't you put your screen name.
Me: Oh gee, augustrushtome just seemed well, I don't know, a bit over the top.
Me: *thinking* I might as well put down, "I think about you so much, I could just be a little hermit in a cave spending my days dreaming of you and loving it. P.S. Happy Birthday you sexy beast."
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"Ah, gli americani!"
elena-siddal:
“I Guardiani della Libertà! I custodi della Democrazia! With God On My Side! Così semplici, così diretti, così amabilmente, intimamente, innocentemente fascisti! (…) Il Vecchio non odiava gli americani: li commiserava, come un padre col figlio tonto.”
(G. De Cataldo - Romanzo Criminale)
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