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    2013
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    2013
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    2012
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    2012
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yellow-ribbon:

Matthew Macfadyen reads a scene from Pride & Prejudice

In an effort to stay awake till I can see the first photo of my new born nephew, I indulged myself in reading randomly, and happened to stumble upon this.

As someone justly commented somewhere, “I blame Mr Darcy for my high expectations of men!”, I also blame this guy and Alan Rickman for my high expectations of my voice imitating theirs!

La voz de este hombre *-*

  • 3rd Diciembre
    2011
  • 03
You should never read just for “enjoyment.” Read to make yourself smarter! Less judgmental. More apt to understand your friends’ insane behavior, or better yet, your own. Pick “hard books.” Ones you have to concentrate on while reading. And for god’s sake, don’t let me ever hear you say, “I can’t read fiction. I only have time for the truth.” Fiction is the truth, fool! Ever hear of “literature”? That means fiction, too, stupid.
John Waters
  • 30th Agosto
    2011
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    2011
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  • 8th Mayo
    2011
  • 08
I could see the road ahead of me. I was poor and I was going to stay poor. But I didn’t particularly want money. I didn’t know what I wanted. Yes, I did. I wanted someplace to hide out, someplace where one didn’t have to do anything. The thought of being something didn’t only appall me, it sickened me. The thought of being a lawyer or a councilman or an engineer, anything like that, seemed impossible to me. To get married, to have children, to get trapped in the family structure. To go someplace to work every day and to return. It was impossible.

Ham On Rye by Charles Bukowski (via false-advertisements)

Siempre poniendo en palabras lo que siento y pienso.

(vía henrycharlesbukowski)

  • 7th Mayo
    2011
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    2011
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