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maribellablack · 21 days

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and cheers to that! 🥂

#film #cinema #art #cinematography #filmography #movies #movie quote of the day #film scenes #film quotes #I love men who're not afraid to show off their feminine side #thoughts #slutty boys #writing #boys #men #feminine men #there no room for toxic masculinity in my little community

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maribellablack · 1 month

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sex and the city s01e01

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maribellablack · 2 months

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maribellablack · 3 months

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Exactly a month ago, we celebrated the birth of one of the most influential and outstanding people in the USSR, Sergei Parajanov.

Sergei Parajanov (January 9, 1924 – July 20, 1990) was an Armenian film director and screenwriter who invented his own cinematic style which was out of step with the guiding principles of socialist realism, the only sanctioned art style in the USSR. This, combined with his lifestyle and behaviour, led Soviet authorities to repeatedly persecute and imprison him and suppress his films.

He was born as Sarkis Hovsepi Parajaniants in Tbilisi, Georgia to artistically-gifted Armenian parents, Iosif Parajanov and Siranush Bejanova. He was an incredibly talented person who had the ability to show you the beautiful colors of the world, take something uninteresting and unattractive and transform it into something magnificent and breathtaking. Parajanov's films are full of allegories and metaphors, small important details that one might miss easily if they are not familiar with the eccentric worldview and borderless, unlimited imagination of Sergei. Some of my absolute favorite films directed by him include: "Ukrainian Rhapsody" (1961), "The Color of Pomegranates" (1969), "The Legend of Suram Fortress" (1985)...

He died on 20th of July, 1990 in Yerevan, Armenia at the age of 66 because of the lung cancer.

In a 1988 interview he stated that, "Everyone knows that I have three Motherlands. I was born in Georgia, worked in Ukraine and I'm going to die in Armenia."

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maribellablack · 4 months

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Alain Delon & Romy Schneider, “La Piscine” (Jacques Deray, 1969).

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maribellablack · 6 months

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A very rare picture of me and my pet-bestie 🫶🏻

"Little darlings" by Omar Rayyan

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maribellablack · 6 months

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maribellablack · 6 months

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"My tenderness, my happiness, what words can I write for you? How strange that although my life’s work is moving a pen over paper, I don’t know how to tell you how I love, how I desire you. Such agitation — and such divine peace: melting clouds immersed in sunshine — mounds of happiness. And I am floating with you, in you, aflame and melting — and a whole life with you is like the movement of clouds, their airy, quiet falls, their lightness and smoothness, and the heavenly variety of outline and tint — my inexplicable love. I cannot express these cirrus-cumulus sensations."

- Vladimir Nabokov's love letter to his wife, Véra ❤️

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maribellablack · 6 months

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In my personal belief, these are one of the cutest photos of Jane and Serge to ever exist.

I also can't wait to fly to Paris and visit the one and only "La Maison Gainsbourg" and travel back to that time when these two were absolutely in love with each other, being the best and the most astonishing couple not only in France, but in the whole world, too.

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maribellablack · 6 months

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Batcat or Catbat?

I honestly can't decide what I would name it, but I for damn sure would have one as a pet (or as a familiar)

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maribellablack · 6 months

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Years ago, anthropologist Margaret Mead was asked by a student what she considered to be the first sign of civilization in a culture. The student expected Mead to talk about fishhooks or clay pots or grinding stones.

But no. Mead said that the first sign of civilization in an ancient culture was a femur (thighbone) that had been broken and then healed. Mead explained that in the animal kingdom, if you break your leg, you die. You cannot run from danger, get to the river for a drink or hunt for food. You are meat for prowling beasts. No animal survives a broken leg long enough for the bone to heal.

A broken femur that has healed is evidence that someone has taken time to stay with the one who fell, has bound up the wound, has carried the person to safety and has tended the person through recovery. Helping someone else through difficulty is where civilization starts, Mead said."

We are at our best when we serve others. Be civilized.

~Ira Byock~

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maribellablack · 6 months

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I love styling bags and purses.

I think it gives them more character as if they all have their own lives and personalities.

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maribellablack · 6 months

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Dancing around the bonfire somewhere deep in the woods equals therapy to me...

Ah, I can't wait for Halloween 🩸

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maribellablack · 6 months

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I'm going through my 'Criminal Minds' obsession period again and... I just can't get over the fact that Matthew Gray Gubler turned 43 this year...

#thoughts #writing #authors #tvandfilm #tv shows #criminal minds #fbi #watching the detectives #criminal minds will always be one of the best tv shows in this genre #series #tv series #matthew gray gubler #spencer reid #dr. reid #proud member of the spencer reid lovers' club #how is this man 43?#how is he even real?#i love this man #blackamdwhitephotography

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maribellablack · 7 months

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And my mind is occupied with the most beautiful memories of you,

Everything here reminds me of you,

Your love has turned me into a woman who can't properly judge your wicked actions towards me anymore,

You conquered my thoughts and without a shame you keep living in them,

Every day and every night,

Every hour,

Every minute,

Every second,

And even more frequently than that...

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• Flash poem by Maribella Black

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maribellablack · 7 months

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This is how I look like at 3:00 am, after drinking my 4th cup of coffee to not give up and go to sleep without finishing the inhumane amount of the study material my 60+ med. professors gave me...

It's been barely 2 weeks since the new semester started, why do I have to learn 52 pages of Immunology and Pathology already?

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