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Love lasts three years (there were seven, but there's a crisis, you know)

How could I let appearances determine my life up to this point? It is often said that we must "keep up appearances." I say take them out is the only way to save.


A mosquito takes a day, a rose lasts three days. A cat last thirteen years, the love of three. It 's so. There is first a year of passion, then a year of tenderness, and finally a year of boredom.


Marriage is caviar with every meal: an indigestion of what you worship, ad nauseum. "On just get a little '... What? You're fed up? But if you find it pretty recently, that happens to you, anyway? "
The power of love, its incredible power, was to terrorize the western society to the point where you can let the system aimed to be upset with what you love.

"Love lasts three years," Frédéric Beigbeder

Wikipedia :
considered a nihilist and a provocateur , is known for its ability to split public opinion on broad themes from autobiographical. Beigbeder loves criticism and provocation, but is basically a hedonist pessimist (he loves the fast life as convinced of sopraggiungente debacle) not without a touch of narcissism.

And I love him madly.

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I can not find a title, but even ...


Santa Claus Does not exist. It's mom and dad.
Sincerely yours, Julien Assange




free Christmas dinners. Perfect fit. Humor in the heels.

I'm listening to countless times a day "Sexed Up" by Robbie Williams. What 'wrong with me?

"But as we are black comes along. Always a fan of Placebo or emulates the orders of Rinascente? "
" Fans of Placebo, thanks. It is still a party - you know, people tend to dress smart at parties. "
"He wanted to be a compliment."

I am covering a bit 'old Woody Allen to prepare the new one, I'm going to see today.
"For you, for you I'm just an atheist ... But God is a loyal opposition, "
" I am not a narcissist. If I lived in ancient Greece would not have been Narcissus: I would be Zeus. "
"Troubles are like sheets of toilet paper: you take one, you'll be ten."

Well, before then it had to happen. Via the tooth the pain away. I
brought home. My mom and he shook hands, then she left the room to put the leash on the dog and I mentally counted to three.
One. Two
. Three
.
"Tesooooro, One moment you come?"
"Sorry, eh, it takes me a second" I sighed, getting up from the couch.
"Do not worry, I look at the books."
What a great response.
"Mom, here I am. I warn you-".
"And he you should take back home
...?"" Well, I knew it. Do not start, "
" I say, but you looked at the legs ? Eh?
"Mom, yes, I am perfectly-no"
"No, you did not look, or you would have noticed that there are no ! But eating enough this poor boy? "
" Do not even respond. "
"For heaven's sake, it is polite, I do not say anything about the rest ..."
"We will miss
!..."" ... But, in fact, it's good that it is not top ... But how high? "
" 1.73. Problems? "
"Three more inches of you. Mh.
"Look, Mom, a lot of men are low and beautiful, is not something that harms another. Think of Tom Cruise, think a. .. "
No, I do not think my mother has this Brian Molko - and something tells me I still would not be the right example.

"Who wants to hear,. All other camper. "
With this, I must say, I failed myself.

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"It's not me, it's you!"

(...) I continued to love it, but I've become selfish. So creative in music as in arid sentimental.
The prime example - the straw that unexpectedly, years later, did the camel's back - is that I do not speak Italian. Not the way one should talk to a girl who is the Como so long, at least. When Gaia and I have fought the last time before leaving she was so beside himself that he shouted in Italian for more than an hour, forgetting that my vocabulary is very limited. Think how pathetic I was, thinking how I felt useless, stupid, out of place - I had to ask her to scream more slowly, at least in English, so that I could understand. And she, in her impeccable pronunciation, accent, whispered to me with the contempt that there was nothing more to say. That this explained exactly how they were the proportions of our history, and that she would not have done to make fun of me any longer. took and left.
I have not done anything to stop it. He was right, and I knew it. Because I never wanted to commit myself to learn a language that I would teach her what I thought was the love of my life, with all the patience and the love of this world? Because I had not said "Gaia, to hell with the fifth disc, do not a single child but an entire football team?" Why was not there when he took his doctorate with honors and was so happy that the phone could not even talk to me?
Now, on this stage, I do not remember a single thing worthwhile that I did for her. I feel like a parasite, a parasite and petty egomaniac, a usurper unfairly adored by thousands of people against me sung "I can not get it right, since I lost you" as if to mock.
Only you miss you, Brian. Where are you?




Right, Brian: Where are you from? I wish I knew I * twists *
E 'for some' I do not have a lock desk ç_ç so great I just can not go on. Every sentence I write I feel unnaturally stuck with the next one, in a mechanical way that bothers me deeply. It is not ... Spontaneous here.
amazing how out of some alien state of mind you from what you've written in a time when you felt things and saw the world in a certain way. But I will not give up his fist * *, "We Both Matter" is a fic that are viscerally attached and will not let that remain incomplete for long. For once I've got all that in mind, what the heck! This is just put it on paper.


The ten songs that make me think a. .. well ... to why they are leaving a bad frame of mind :

1. "The Foul" - Edith Piaf
2. "Slave To The Wage - Placebo (" It 's beautiful, words, music ... Do not you think? "." Wallpaper an open door, darling. ")
3. "Feeling Good" - Muse (when you find a person who, in a room, while you're mimicking the intro of the plan he will imitate the entry of the guitar, something happens that is difficult to describe).
4. "Shine On You Crazy Diamond" - Pink Floyd
5. "A Night Like This" - Dear Emerald
6. "La Ballade de Melody Nelson - Serge Gainsbourg & Jane Birkin
7. "Me and Bobby McGee" - Janis Joplin
8. "Not Fair" - Lily Allen
9. "I Walk The Line" - Johnny Cash
10. "Kids" - MGMT

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more.

I want more of this. I want something that is better, I want the shuffling of cards, the tabula rasa, a leap in quality, a person who understands the sincerity that hurts. I want something different from what I have now - and I deserve it, too. Thank God there
Muscle Museum for moments like this.

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We've got the vision, now let's have some fun


After moments of pure panic caused by the unbridled and unnecessary search of the ticket I thought I had lost while he was instead in the place where it was more logical that it was in the portfolio - a reminder: to have more consideration of its practical sense, the Next time - I go, happy as a lamb in the meadows, Alcatraz with my faithful companion of adventures Jack Sparrow .
Reason? MGMT's sound, quell'adorabile duo pseudo-hippie-psychedelic-post-a-po'-indie-electro-quite-pop that I was completely enchanted. It 's a group that knows me will only make her happy - and I know very well that this is a big limitation, because in my mind a little' sick of good music should also be able to get hurt doing it well (WTF?), But in short, is an infamous period so that all this energy confiscated the peace & love me a good grade - a group that do not know why it reminds me of when I was a child and then makes me jump and strillacchiare and issue verses of joy.
However, we get there as soon as the gates are opened, allowing me and my friend to spend most of the concert spread over practically the adorable man \u0026lt;3

provided with a name as the pucci its appearance, Andrew VanWyngarden.
After spending over an hour virtually reduced to two dimensions of the crowd have gone mad, against which a struggle without borders so that the types of backpacks in front of us do not die suffocated during the probable pogo, finally we see lights go out - and ommioddio do not believe it is not possible, Time To Pretend I already love them pararararapapa pararararapapa I'm feeling rough I'm feeling raw I'm the first of my life * *
etc. etc. I mean, that is, they did all my favorite songs: Time To Pretend, I Found A Whistle, Congratulations, The Youth, Electric Feel, Flash Pandemonium - Kids and of course that was without doubt the best moment of the evening - and played more an hour and a half, energetic, focused, quiet, doing a nice cover of, I think, The Cleaners From Venus (sic) called Only A Shadow.
And I met a lot of people ever known in my life, I swear, even those who absolutely did not expect to find, and instead there was \u0026lt;3 even though they probably think I'm crazy because I was chatting amiably with he and his friends when he is playing kids and I are practically rocketed from nothing to throw away in the front row screaming like a moron "control yourself, take only what you need from it" and back again as soon as it's over and say "WOW. E 'was epic "- in short, more teenagers will die as well. But ok,.
greeted with a "graziei Millea," which was just \u0026lt;3 I mean, I love them. Nice gig, nice people, nice lights, good songs, good times. On one thing we return refreshed.

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Third proof's gonna eat me alive (ie: the right maccheronica)


De situescion.
I, sitting at the desk and front of the computer, I have all my books in a radial pattern like the cards of a lonely and reflect on how to poke his head simultaneously in everything - namely
- the nice Hegel;
- the adorable World War I;
- the delicious English Romantics, Coleridge, Byron, Shelley, Wordsworth, Keats and companionship singer;
- the hilarious principles of thermodynamics;
- the uplifting trigonometric equations;
- so cool the Callimachus;
- so cool the even more worthy of Seneca and his nephew, the handsome Lucan;
- the ghostly solar system.
Just ...? Basta.
Well, the third test is Friday. I have time.
(AID)


I love my friends
messages received during the day:
1. "I do not know when, but in a while 'there is Lady Gaga concert at the forum. If my mom is the ticket ... You come with me. "
2. (Because I complained of the amount of pages to study World War I): "Come on, it sometimes ends up that the Yankees win, then lend the money, get rich, the crisis in Europe, totalitarianism, crisis in America, Germany, Hitler and his friends arrive and start again XD" ;



A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
John Keats

At length did cross an Albatross, Through the fog it
CAME
As If It Had Been a Christian soul We hailed it
in God's name. Samuel Taylor Coleridge


... Yes, I am currently studying English.

Brian Molko and PJ Harvey. Together.
What a beautiful thing \u0026lt;3

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"Finally we can go to jail together!"

Let me be saccharine, for once.
Happy birthday, my best friend, mouthy bully Tamarra.
Fifteen years of friendship and still we are here to take the corner and the bar caffettino figaggine comment on the guy at the counter - that all this time there has ever piece of yarn.
Fifteen years of friendship and still we wonder how the other was able to choose a school so absurd as the scientific and classical - but at heart we are both so excited because of repeated usufruiamo Free Latin and mathematics.
Fifteen years of friendship and there meniamo more from sixth grade, do you realize?
Fifteen years of friendship and your favorite movie is still "One Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest", the piece of Monopoly has always made you crazy.
Fifteen years of friendship and I am the only one who knew that secret when you have nothing to do you re-read all the sonnets of Petrarch in front of the TV and you get emotional.
Fifteen years of friendship and neither still listens to the Red Hot Chili Peppers eighty times a day: sin, was the only band that would appeal to both.
Fifteen years of friendship and you still ask "Can I steal a little something to eat?" Before Advent Your refrigerator is that unlike my always full of sweets and junk food.
Fifteen years of friendship and when I get on that unpresentable your motocross bike behind you still scream "rallentacazzooooo"
Fifteen years of friendship and still our nicknames ending in-us.
Fifteen years of friendship and you've already dragged me in clubs Unza-patunza three times while I dance in the revival of the '80s have never been able to take.
Fifteen years of friendship and still your mother tells you "why do not you talk like Eloise? She does not say so many words! "Not knowing that when you put me there are worse off than you.
Fifteen years of friendship and for me it is still "a Moroccan, thank you" while you are always "a ten, please."
Fifteen years of friendship and invariably "Natus, we have one? You the laughing, I promise! "" Honey, do not worry, it's just a cigarette. "
Fifteen years of friendship and I took off his glasses, thou hast made.
Fifteen years of friendship and continue to see little or nothing, but when we meet, I feel at home more than with anyone else.
I love you.
(We do know that I will do to your eighteenth infighettato die of embarrassment all your friends, because they deserve it \u0026lt;3
* runs to choose an outfit suitable *)