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romangoldendreams · 4 months
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my only truth,that´s what nobody can see.
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It's not a diary, it's…I don't know what to call it. In my profession, any note is nothing more than that, a reminder that you have to do something.
All those idiots out there who think they know my misery have no idea.
Yes, I will never walk with one arm tied behind my back. But they don't understand anything at all. They think they know me, and they take thousands of photos of me a day, but the more images of me they have, the more they lose their sense of reality.
Because reality wouldn't sell, because the bitter truth is that whoever they call my true love is not.
Because love is no more real than we would like to believe.
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They just wonder if I sleep with men, or with women, that's the only thing they think about. At least they don't hide it…I hear them, and I don't answer them. why do it?
It doesn't make sense, because whatever I say will be what they believe.
They ask me about her , Pier… they call her the love of my life, I'm bitter without her.
According to them, my last name is not Dean but Montesco, and she is Anna Maria Pierangeli, but Pierangeli Capulet.
She only gives them the head for that… and nothing will change this fact, even if I die tomorrow.
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Isa tells me to shut up, to let it happen. But damn! Even when?
I am nothing they say, I am just myself living my life.
I'm so drowning in pain because Pier abandoned me that I can't even breathe, I have Marlon Brando waiting for me in my bed every night, I watch the Vampyra show, that crazy girl whose name I don't even remember or when I met her… I even that I met Miss. Monroe, the most beautiful woman in America…they make up so many things that I don't even have time to laugh or cry.
When they send me those shitty magazines I just burn them.
Yes, with my cigarette, by myself, in my underwear.
I'm sorry, Marlon. Tonight it happened, you won´t be my lover anymore, gosh, this cup of milk is shit. again, i will come back.
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My true love…that's what all teenage girls want to know.
Well, love is nothing more than friendship. It's being at home, it's feeling like someone is listening to you, without stopping to see if they have a vagina or penis.
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I know lust, I know sex.
But that tickling that has entered me from my back to my heart, and that made me spend all day with my friend, and on occasions, embarrassing more than regrettable, sticking my body to hers so that it was more than a simple friendship …what is that? I only know that I felt it, and that I was happy with what she gave me.
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They say I met true love with a girl who ran off with someone else. And that my heart cried tears of blood, that I was there on her wedding day with my motorcycle.
I have been?
Oh shit. Maybe yes.
But I only know that I suffered with her. My true love broke my heart they say, but more than anything my dignity, but not with my friend.
With my friend I was happy every moment of my life. Because for hours at work, and even outside of it, she was there for me. She never got tired of waiting for me.
She was more than just a friend, she was a mother…maybe she was a lover. I close my eyes and I can imagine it.
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I only know that I look into her eyes and I drown, I drown… I have no desire to touch even a hair on her head, and I am already his.
My friend, shit. I love you because you love me, and not even I can write here what I feel about our friendship.
Only without her i would have been dead a long time ago.
Damn I'm not good with words, I never have been.
But you fill me with joy. It is the plenitude that you have given me. I don't care if it's love or friendship. I know what I need, and what you give me.
Jimmy….tells me oh, how she does it!
Jimmy boy tells me when we are… well when she has me naked next to her.
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Everyone talks about me. But for once I do it.
When we left each other's cigarettes after filming today, I knew we were going to do it. The ballet.
That we would commit the madness of our exercises.
I've only seen her naked once. But I didn't need more.
Because I haven't had a happy moment with my friend, they all are, that's why I know they are golden. That all of the above is nothing more than a shadow or something like that. I don't know how to say it to make it elegant. I'm not a writer.
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She gave me her words, her conversation, she listened to my confessions, she gave me all her support knowing that I am what I am. Just a miserable wretch who does what he really wants. A great painter, a frustated pianist.
Yes, I have a lot of money, I told her
"Oh Jimmy boy and I have more than you," she told me, "you're a bastard when you talk about money, but i love when you speak about your matador skills."
Together we laughed, all our conversations sounds like that. My friend lets me go back to childhood. She takes care of me and gives me ideas, she plays with me.
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​she invites me to all the places where she´s with her husband and kids. she does not care if i bother them, and i don´t care at all neither, because i´m not there for her family, but for her.
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If only they wanted to know everything about me…they would only have to see me with my friend.
And they look at us, over and over again but they don't realize anything.
Shit, being an actor is like stopping being you.
They know everything about your character in the movie and your supposed self, but not about yourself in truth.
My friend warned me. And I believed her.
I'm not talking about Brando anymore. I no longer compare myself to another.
"You're magnificent Jimmy," my friend tells me, "if you believed me, you wouldn't worry, it would just be you."
We talked about everything, the other day we talked about the universe.
I brought a telescope to the set and at night we saw the stars. Everything is so desert…and we gave them names, insults and demons.
We dedicate them to those scavengers who call me Romeo.
Blind, blind, blind.
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My friend and I synchronized.
I wait for her in her sleep, and when I sleep, she waits for me.
I never had this with anyone. Not even with my parents. Only when my mother let me sleep in the tent, but she only looked out to see me in the garden, I, afraid, ran to the house.
My mother laughed, but not like my friend.
My friend tells me that I am everything to my father too, I believe her, because when I hear her voice I can't escape it, I can only say yes.
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Before meeting her I didn't know what friendship really was, nor what true love meant.
Let those stupid people say, let them write.
Love is nothing more than being at home, with your only family, and your home can be where that person who has proven to give you everything you need is.
Mine was the set of "Giant" with our creepy director. Damned.
But I respect him because she asked me to.
I apologized, I would do anything for her.
My only consolation, I don't believe in God, but I would pray for her to always be there for me. And I know she will be.
That if something separated us we would see each other again. Because I was born to be her friend, I was born so that she loves me in the way she prefers, in the way she can…
Nothing can make me give my friendship again to another woman as I did with her, or to any man. Not even my love wrapped in that friendship, damn it, love is nothing more than a sick man wrapped in the blankets of her bed.
In the friendship.
i knew about human feeling with her. and when i say all, i mean ALL. NOT ONE left without be touched for us.
She´s inside me, she´s me. Damn, even i keep her things now, a lipstick, her cigarettes,and more, she will kill me.
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Your company, your company…I fear death. I was once banned from having racing cars and motorcycles for fear of losing their fucking million dollars, but if she knew herself… that I'm more afraid of dying for losing her friendship than for money or going to hell. .
I love you, my friend. But you know it. You know everything about me. Inside and out.
Even if i am the Romeo of a bitch with no personality.
Your Jimmy Boy (1955)
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I just had a few people over. We had fun, it was nice, I didn’t feel ignored, they noticed when I tried to say something, they didn’t forget me even though some of them have just met me, they all talked with me and I was engaged in the conversation and playing games but somehow by the end of it I started dissociating and felt disconnected from all of it and empty and…
And I think there’s something wrong with me. Cause that’s what I wanted. To be part of the group and to be the hostess that people enjoy visiting and based on what they said they did enjoy being at my place so I got what I wanted so why am I not happy? Why do I feel like crying since the second they left? They welcomed me to their group even though they’ve known each other for a long time and I’ve known only a few of them before today but they didn’t exclude me and it was lovely and I really liked them all so why, why instead of being over the moon about this group and all the fun we had I feel like crying my eyes out and feel so awful and need to escape the reality? Why when the reality was so good?
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zationao3 · 2 years
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Take the bull by the horns, ch 6
The one where neither Cas nor Dean expected to meet that hot bar hook-up again but here we are.
Chapter 6
In which Dean freaks out a little, indecent things happen in a kinda public place, and both Dean and Castiel come to conclusions about Things.
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sylvies-kablooie · 3 months
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i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.
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vamprisms · 19 days
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i feel like a lot of the 'i hate kids' crowd would be more tolerant if they understood that due to a kid's limited experience of the world that 4 hour flight might just be the longest they've ever had to sit still for or that trapped finger might literally be the most pain they've ever felt in their short life or they might not have ever seen a person with pink hair ever so of course they want to touch it or nobody's told them yet that they can't run around the museum and they only just learned cheetahs are the fastest animals so of course they want to put that to the test. how were they supposed to know etc etc.
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qrowpilled · 8 months
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hate when you find a character whose so infuriatingly Your Type that its embarrassing like yeahg no one is gonna be surprised when i announce this is my new Guy Of The Month
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dirtytransmasc · 6 months
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the men and boys are innocent too.
we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.
I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.
I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.
I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.
I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.
the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 29 days
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The math just adds up!
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caffeinatedopossum · 1 year
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Me when I remember something I said ages ago that was wrong or my values no longer align with
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thottybrucewayne · 4 months
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I hate that the "Gen Alpha can't read." conversation so much because people are taking this as a chance to call children stupid and their parents monsters instead of having a very real discussion about how the education system is flawed by design, covid fucked up everything socialization wise, these parents having little access to child care and more work hours leads them to lean on things like tablets and phones to watch their kids more and more, teachers are more overworked and underpaid than ever leading to them leaving the profession in droves and that's only like the surface level issues. There's a myriad of factors at play here, not just that "The kids are spoiled screen-addicted brats with no imagination and their parents are childish spoiled millennials who just let coco melon handle everything."
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skrunksthatwunk · 7 days
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see 0 note flop posts aren't that bad when they're personal but 0 note fandom posts feel literally so bad. like if you don't wanna play toys with me anymore just say that. i'll pack up my super cool awesome things and go and i'll sit on the other side of the playground by myself and i won't even look at you. fuck
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goldensunset · 7 months
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advice i think we should tell children is that when adults say stuff like ‘now that i’m an adult i get really excited about stuff like coffee tables and bathrooms and rugs etc’ they don’t mean ‘and now i don’t care about blorbo and squimbus from my childhood tv shows anymore’ bc your average adult still loves all the same pop culture stuff they always did; they just have a greater appreciation for the mundane as well. growing up just means you can enjoy life twice as much now. you can get really excited about a new stuffed animal AND about a new kitchen sponge. peace and love
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captainsaltypear · 3 months
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IS ANYONE ELSE GONNA TALK ABOUT THIS OR
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brawnie · 1 month
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*grabbing mlm shippers by the shoulders* guys nobody needs to be the twink. nobody needs to be the sub. nobody needs to be the femboy. they can both be big fat hairy men who bask in each others masculinity or they can both be unspeakable monstrous creatures with inhuman genitalia it’s okay I’m holding your hand. Let me show you the way
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yanderemeganekko · 28 days
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nat-20s · 4 months
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