Vanessa Bruno Fall '09- RTWstyle.com
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Amantes Sunt Amentes
C'est Moi
"And it came to me then. That we were wonderful traveling companions but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal in their own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars, but in reality they're nothing more than prisons, where each of us is locked up alone, going nowhere. When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we'd be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing."
- Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweatheart.
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- Light breaks where no sun shines
- Somebody's boring me. I think it's me.
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- I will cut you in half.
- I will love you forever, or, atleast until morning...
- A woman should never be seen eating or drinking, u...
- Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longe...
- I always thought I'd like my own tombstone to be b...
- I am a deeply superficial person.
- I'm bored, let's get high.
- I dress for the image. Not for myself, not for the...
- I can only think in fragments.
- I'm not vicious really. I consider myself to be ki...
- Contrariwise, if it was so, it might be; and if it...
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- They'll never miss a beat.
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2 comments:
Oh I like that..
But don't we all do that ? Do we like tight dresses, underwired undergarments, straight-as-straw hair ? Or is it that image gives a thrill that nothing else does ? That this pain and effort will result in contentment ?
Musing...
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