is it just me or are images just not loading on tumblr rn
is it just me or are images just not loading on tumblr rn
Mi raccomando impegnatevi ad inseguire un futuro super banale e socialmente impegnato che vi assicurerà di vivere fino alla vecchiaia fingendo di essere soddisfatti e felici. Continuate a sorridere di fronte a persone vuote che tanto vedono solo ciò che vogliono vedere. Continuate a farvi male affermando a voi stessi che tanto nessuno si accorgerà di nulla e continuate a credere che la cosa non sia importante. Continuate a cercare giustificazioni per le vostre azioni del cazzo e magari lamentatevi anche quando poi state male, ma hey sarà solo colpa vostra. Continuate a non dire quello che provate aspettandovi che le persone lo capiscano, sicuramente così otterrete quello che volete o comunque raggiungerete qualcosa di bello, di vero. Continuate a vivere nella menzogna e nelle stesse bugie che voi stessi vi costruire, ma hey andrà tutto bene. Perché questo ve lo sapete dire. “Andrà tutto bene”, “sti cazzi”, “non ha importanza”. Continuate a mentirvi e magari sì che sarete felici.
Rivederti così all'improvviso è stato un colpo al cuore, te lo devo dire. “Incontrarti” senza essere preparata ha richiesto una forza sovrumana per non svenire subito li, per strada. Sarebbe stato meglio che qualcuno mi avesse mandato un avvertimento, giusto per darmi il tempo di tirare fuori le mie difese e schierarle di fronte a me, per proteggermi. Che poi, alla fine, chi avrebbe dovuto avvisarmi? Che diritto ho io di pretendere qualsiasi cosa che ti riguardi? Non ho mai, mai in vita mia provato un senso di appartenenza così forte per nessuno. Almeno, non per qualcuno di vivo. Ora dimmi, come farò a leggerti, guardarti e sentire il tuo nome, senza essere stata preparata?
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“Delete her number. Stop ringing her. Stop messaging her. Stop making excuses to see her, to drop by her place. Erase her name from memory. Remove yourself from her life, more completely than you would like but as completely as she deserves. Move on, so that you can allow her to also move on. When you close your eyes, you don’t get to see her face. Not anymore. You don’t get to think about her lips, the warm glow of her skin when she rests next to you, or how she squeezes your hand in her sleep. You are not allowed to remember the smell of her perfume, that she only drinks mint tea (with two dollops of honey), or that she loves you. She loves you. She has been in love with you for too long. So, forget how she says your name. Forget how she calls your name. Forget how she screams your name. Forget that time you got sick and she stayed up with you all night, letting you lay your head in her lap and holding a cold compress to your forehead. Forget how her hair feels in your fingers. Forget how she looks in your sweatshirts. Forget her. Know only that she existed at one point in your life, but relinquish all hope that she could exist at another point — sometime in the future that you are unwilling to specify because you don’t know what you want. Yet. It is not fair for you to swoop in and out of her life as you choose. It is not fair for you to say that you are satisfied with “things as they are” and you will have time to “figure it out” later. Let her stop investing emotionally in you. Let her pour that love and care into the people who deserve her. Don’t tell her that you think about her all the time. Don’t tell her that it bothers you to hear about her with other people, but that you’re willing to understand as long as she likes you more than them. Don’t tell her that this isn’t the right moment but that there will be a right moment. There is not going to be a right moment. She shouldn’t have to wait for the right moment. Don’t tell her that you can’t handle ultimatums, that you don’t like the idea of finally adding finality to your relationship — whatever still remains of it. What you are telling her is that you want to keep her on as an option, that you are taking her for granted, that you want to know she will be there, that you can depend on her at the end of the day. When you find that no one else has stuck around or that those who have are less interesting, less thoughtful, or less doggedly loyal to you. Doggedly loyal to you. That is what she has been to you, for you almost as long as you have known her: a constant emotional crutch, the guarantee of stability, a safety net while you reachvout to grasp objects that sparkle and shine far greater than she does. All that glitters is not gold, haven’t you heard? She is fire. You are ice, and you are afraid that her slow burn will smolder your cool, hard demeanor. That’s what has driven your decisions, your actions all along: fear. You are a coward. You are a hypocrite. You are terrified to let her go, but you are afraid she is too good for you, that she could drive you wild, that you would choke on her flames. That she is too much for you to handle right now. Right now. But if you choose not to love her now, you can’t choose to love her later
Мастер-класс “Бессмертный полк в семейных летописях”.
Знакомство с формами и методы поисково-исследовательской деятельности при изучении своей родословной, работа с архивами, сбор материалов, написание родословной и т. д.
21 февраля, 13.00
Большой зал “Суриковский”
Вход по спискам “Московского долголетия”
«Счастливая жизнь Феликса Мендельсона»
Литературно-музыкальная композиция по жизнеописаниям композитора и его «Песням без слов».
Ведёт Почетный работник культуры города Москвы А. Ю. Казанцев.