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ofimdatarde · 1 year
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When I was a child, when I was an adolescent, books saved me from despair: that convinced me that culture was the highest of values.
Simone de Beauvoir, The Woman Destroyed, 1967
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ofimdatarde · 2 years
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ofimdatarde · 2 years
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dark academia wallpaper - plz reblog if you use!
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ofimdatarde · 2 years
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AESTHETIC // Daenerys Targaryen (Emilia Clarke)
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ofimdatarde · 2 years
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Outlander // Jamie & Claire aesthetic
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ofimdatarde · 2 years
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Bram Stoker, Dracula.
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ofimdatarde · 2 years
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“I think a lot, but I don’t say much.”
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ofimdatarde · 3 years
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“Beer dulls a memory, brand sets it burning, but wine is the best for a sore hearts yearning”
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ofimdatarde · 3 years
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Hozier is sexy, but you know what else is?
being emotional and mentally healthy, go to therapy, dear!
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ofimdatarde · 3 years
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How do you call your loverboy. Come here loverboy. And if he doesn’t answer. Oh loverboy. And if he still doesn’t answer. I simply say. Baby, oh baby, my sweet baby, you’re the one. Baby, oh baby, my sweet baby, you’re the one.
— Dirty Dancing (1987) dir. Emile Ardolino 
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ofimdatarde · 3 years
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“When winter comes, I will be touched by a passion for something absent.”
— Mahmoud Darwish, from She/He; Almond Blossoms and Beyond (tr. by Mohammad Shaheen)
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ofimdatarde · 3 years
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“It’s summer now, and you’re craving a simpler existence. You want to read. You want to write. You want to meet strangers for dinner, and not refuse another drink at another bar. You want to dance. You want to find yourself in a basement, neck loose, bobbing your head as a group of musicians play, not because they should, but because they must. It’s summer now, and you’re looking forward to worrying less. You’re looking forward to longer nights and shorter days. You’re looking forward to gathering in back gardens and watching meat sputter on an open barbecue. You’re looking forward to laughing so hard your chest hurts and you feel light-headed. You’re looking forward to the safety in pleasure. You’re looking forward to forgetting, albeit briefly, the existential dread which plagues you, which tightens your chest, which pains your left side. You’re looking forward to forgetting that, leaving the house, you might not return intact. You’re looking forward to freedom, even if it is short, even if it might not last. You’re looking forward.”
— Caleb Azumah Nelson, Open Water
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ofimdatarde · 3 years
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Marte
procurei a paz mas desejei a guerra talvez eu seja mesmo filho de Marte procurando um lar nas cidades arrasadas me sentindo em casa nos escombros das pessoas e nas minhas próprias ruínas por isso quando você chegou toda brisa, toda flores varanda que dá para verdes campos eu senti sede e fome de caos eu pertenço as explosões urbanas ao som das sirenes e dos tiros onde os finais são os começos de outras histórias tão trágicas quanto as anteriores quanto a minha própria guerra sou arte abstrata em tons violentos de vermelho sangrando vivo com a ideia fixa e provavelmente equivocada de que se algo não machuca não deve ser real
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ofimdatarde · 3 years
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“I like it when you’re quiet. It’s as if you weren’t here now, / and you heard me from a distance, and my voice couldn’t reach you. / It’s as if your eyes had flown away from you, and as if your mouth were closed because I leaned to kiss you.”
— Pablo Neruda, from Veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada, trans. Robert Hass in The Essential Neruda: Selected Poems (City Lights Books, 2004)
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ofimdatarde · 3 years
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Your kiss in the dark tastes like salvation, but it is no miracle like the chance to love you in the light.
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