the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
Above all, be the heroine of your life, not the victim.
— Nora Ephron
— Nora Ephron
вторник, 13 февраля 2018
the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
In itself, religion has nothing to do with morality.
—F. Nietzsche, The Will to Power
—F. Nietzsche, The Will to Power
the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
Henry and Francis were further out: Francis talking, gesticulating wildly in his white robe and Henry with his hands clasped behind his back, Satan listening patiently to the rantings of some desert prophet.
— The Secret History by Donna Tartt
— The Secret History by Donna Tartt
вторник, 06 февраля 2018
the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
суббота, 27 января 2018
the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
понедельник, 08 января 2018
the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
суббота, 28 октября 2017
the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
надо же, прошло чуть меньше года с тех пор, как последний раз обновляла блог.
за это время произошло столько всего: депрессия, попытки найти и понять себя, много потерь и не меньше - обретений.
я дважды меняла работу, читала книги, училась быть наедине с собой, обрывала токсичные связи и открывала мир заново.
я научилась не бояться шагнуть в пропасть и любить без оглядки на мнение окружающих.
конечно, еще ко многому надо привыкнуть, но стена вокруг меня постепенно рушится.
принцесса наконец поняла, что сама была драконом, и самое время раскрыть крылья и обрести свой огонь.
вторник, 10 января 2017
the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
вторник, 29 ноября 2016
the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
Van Gogh cut off his ear gave it to a prostitute who flung it away in extreme disgust.
Van, whores don’t want ears they want money. I guess that’s why you were such a great painter: you didn’t understand anything else.
— Charles Bukowski
Van, whores don’t want ears they want money. I guess that’s why you were such a great painter: you didn’t understand anything else.
— Charles Bukowski
the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
вторник, 22 ноября 2016
the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
Archaeologists have not yet discovered any stage of human existence without art. Even in the half-light before the dawn of humanity we received this gift from Hands we did not manage to discern. Nor have we managed to ask: Why was this gift given to us and what are we to do with it? And all those prophets who are predicting that art is disintegrating, that it has used up all its forms, that it is dying, are mistaken. We are the ones who shall die. And art will remain. The question is whether before we perish we shall understand all its aspects and all its ends.
— Alexander Solzhenitsyn, Beauty Will Save the World
— Alexander Solzhenitsyn, Beauty Will Save the World
суббота, 12 ноября 2016
the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
