Do you guys cleanse your face once or twice a day?
I read books when I needed a break from reality and I’m not sure when these breaks slowly become the beginning of my obsession with the concept of escapism. The mere fact that I’d rather live a thousand different lives and meet a thousand different people and live through a thousand different scenarios- to feel the pain and grief and anger and love of fictional characters simply because I can’t handle the idea that I too ,am supposed to face these feelings in the mundane world I live in . It’s suffocating. It’s something I can’t comprehend. I’m never fully present- half my mind and all my heart lay grotesquely in between the pages of my books
Personally I do it once
Evermore is for people who don't know if some incident is supposed to lead to their red era or their rep era. Their existence is made out of indecision and a couple of times when they bothered to take a decision, the outcome, well, it did not come out as planned. Scratch that, the outcome was terrible and now they're scarred for life. They can go from loving someone toxic and then missing them after they've buried them consecutively. They've been through a lot, please leave them alone.
horror → castles
idk but when i discover new books and music i’m just excited to be alive again. yes a bit dramatic but that’s how i feel when i discover them
De: Fernando Sabino
Para: Clarice Lispector
Nova York, 10 de junho de 1946
Clarice,
Esta é a quarta carta que inicio para responder a sua. Ainda ontem me lembrei muito de você, porque um americano me perguntou se o meu relógio era suíço. A Suíça existe mesmo? Daqui de Nova York não posso te contar nada além do que você calcula. Tenho sentido muita falta de seu livro que deixei no Brasil, para plagiar uns pedaços quando vou escrever o meu. Tenho tido muitas dores de cabeça. Tenho tido muitos pesadelos. Tenho tido muito pouco dinheiro. Tenho tido muitas oportunidades de ficar calado. Tenho tido muita decepção com os Correios. Tenho tido cansaço, saudade e calma. Tenho bebido muito, muito, muito. Tenho lido os suplementos dominicais. Tenho tido vontade de voltar. Tenho xingado muito o Getúlio. Tenho tido muito medo de morrer. Tenho tido muita pena de Helena ter se casado comigo. Tenho tido muita vontade de voltar a brincar. Clarice, estou perdido no meio de tantos particípios passados. Estou com vontade de fumar e o meu cigarro acabou, estou com vontade de namorar de tarde numa pracinha cheia de árvores. Só de pensar que você estará lendo esta carta muitos dias depois de ter sido escrita me dá vontade de não mandar, mas mando. Me escreva, que responderei imediatamente. Como vai indo o seu livro? O que é que você faz às três horas da tarde? Quero saber tudo, tudo. Me escreva uma carta de sete páginas, Clarice.
Fernando.
"Dark academic?" More like "someone please help me holy shit I can't continue living like this and the only thing keeping me from falling off my rocker is literature."
“my mind turns your life into folklore” is such a confession. it’s taylor admitting that folklore and evermore, while cloaked in fictional narratives and obscured by the trees, is based in reality. it’s her taking her life and exploring what ifs. putting her life into a context that we the audience can relate to. not everyone can relate to the life of a millionaire whos been famous half her life, but we all know about having a crush on someone at school. taylor is a brilliant storyteller, and an absolute master at making deeply personal situations relatable.
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i’ll attempt to go to the city on my own and order a couple books on cosmology tomorrow. i’m really into that stuff. the theories of general relativity and quantum mechanics and the search of a combination of those are so interesting! also I just read how Dr. Norma Sanchez has published a theory on that in january. i really have to do some further reading on her theory!
Existe várias formas de matar alguém e a pior dela é esquecendo-a. Esquecer do qual incrível e especial aquela pessoa é, do quando divertida e inspiradora, e do quão bom foi amar ela.