February 2012
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Hombres necios que acusáis a la mujer sin razón, sin ver que sois la ocasión de lo mismo que culpáis.
Si con ansia sin igual solicitáis su desdén, ¿por qué queréis que obren bien si las incitáis al mal?
Combatís su resistencia y luego, con gravedad, decís que fue liviandad lo que hizo la diligencia.
Parecer quiere el denuedo de vuestro parecer loco, al niño que pone el coco y luego le...
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I haven’t missed you. In fact, I’ve been revoltingly unfaithful to you. — Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
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Hice una lista de cosas que he de recordar y una lista de cosas que quiero olvidar, pero veo que son la misma lista. — Linda Pastan, las 5 fases del dolor.
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Yo siempre amé tu locura.
Me zumba la cabeza con lo contradictorio.
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She loved the sea for its storms alone, cared for vegetation only when it grew here and there among ruins. She had to extract a kind of personal advantage from things and she rejected as useless everything that promised no immediate gratification — for her temperament was more sentimental than artistic, and what she was looking for was emotions, not scenery. — Gustave Flauvert, ...
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Devendra Banhart — Bad Girl
Adieu tristesse Bonjour tristesse
She was like the moon — part of her was always hidden away.
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Debajo de tu piel vive la luna.
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I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because ‘romantic’ doesn’t mean ‘sugary.’ It’s dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain.
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I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me… She showed me her room, isn’t it good, Norwegian wood? She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere, So I looked around and I noticed there wasn’t a chair. I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine We talked until two and then she said, “It’s time for bed” She told me she worked in the...
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I loved her. It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight. — Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
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Twin Sister — Lady Daydream
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All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other; hopelessly, I should add. — Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita.
Je ne suis pas infâme! Je suis une femme.
January 2012
15 posts
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I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two nights of sleeping, worked too hard and too long in glory, or slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I’ve lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not as a punishment. — John Steinbeck
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You disappear so completely into your head sometimes, he said. I wish I could follow you.
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En el fondo sabía que no se puede ir más allá porque no lo hay. — Julio Cortázar
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El 18 de mayo de 1980, Ian Curtis, se suicidaba en su casa siguiendo el ritual de un mitómano enfermizo: se tomó una jarra de café, vio la película Stroszek de Werner Herzog (sobre un aspirante a músico callejero que se suicida), exprimió una botella de whisky, escuchó The idiot de Iggy Pop y se colgó de un viejo tendedero que tenía en la cocina.
En caso de emergencia rompa en llanto.
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Si las cosas fueran como no son, yo me iría contigo.
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Fact: Laura had a sweet tooth for nose candy.
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She held herself very straight, like Audrey Hepburn, whom all women idolize and men never think about.
— Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides
December 2011
18 posts
I say we replace mistletoes with cannabis
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Mario Benedetti — Informe sobre caricias
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Los libros van siendo el único lugar de la casa donde todavía se puede estar tranquilo. — Julio Cortázar
