Love is just another dirty lie.

… You wouldn’t marry me in the church and it broke my poor mother’s heart as you well know. I was so sentimental about you I’d break any one’s heart for you. My, I was a damned fool. I broke my own heart, too. It’s broken and gone. Everything I believed in and everything I cared about I left for you because you were so wonderful and you loved me so much that love was all that mattered. Love was the greatest thing, wasn’t it? Love was what we had that no one else had or could ever have. And you were a genius and I was your whole life. I was your partner and your little black flower. Slop. Love is just another dirty lie. Love is ergoapiol pills to make me come around because you were afraid to have a baby. Love is quinine and quinine and quinine until I’m deaf with it. Love is that dirty aborting horror that you took me to. Love is my insides all messed up. It’s half catheters and half whirling douches. I know about love. Love always hangs up behind the bathroom door. It smells like Lysol. To hell with love. Love is you making me happy and then going off to sleep with your mouth open while I lie awake all night afraid to say my prayers even because I know I have no right to any more. Love is all the dirty little tricks you taught me that you probably got out of some book. All right. I’m through with you and I’m through with love. Your kind of picknose love. You writer.

Ernest Hemingway, To Have and Have Not

C'è sempre una primavera.

Ma sapevi che ci sarebbe sempre stata una primavera

Ernest Hemingway, Festa Mobile

Il piacere della solitudine.

E’ così ogni sera, quando chiudo dietro di me l’uscio della mia camera per andare a dormire; compio questo gesto semplice e consueto con avida ghiottoneria, assaporandolo: conosco il cigolìo della maniglia… Rimango lì davanti per un lungo momento, a pensare; poi, adagio, mi volgo e ricerco nella penombra le cose che da anni amo vedere attorno a me; ed esse, poiché finalmente siamo sole, mi riconoscono e sorridono

Alba de Céspedes

Nostalgia preventiva.

Sai, in certi momenti mi guardi con nostalgia. Anche se io sono qui con te.

Craig Thompson

Ninja donne - くノ一 (Kunoichi)

A Kunoichi is a female ninja or practitioner of ninjutsu. Like male ninjas, they are very adept in unorthodox battle ways like espionage, sabotage, infiltration, and assassination but due to their gender, they are also oftentimes used for tactical surveillance and missions that require them to use their femininity to gather information.

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Iddio onnipotente mi segue su twitter

Iddio - Twitter

Il cielo diviso.

"Un tempo, le coppie di amanti prima di separarsi cercavano una stella, su cui i loro sguardi la sera potessero incontrarsi. Che cosa dobbiamo cercare noi? Il cielo almeno non possono dividerlo… Sì invece, disse lei piano. Il cielo è sempre il primo a essere diviso."

Christa Woolf

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My tiny anchor

I refuse to sink.