"Io Tarzan, tu Jane": gli europei visti dagli occhi di una donna.

0 note, Giugno 4, 2012

(Fonte: catastrofe)

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mercuryfish:

Mad Men illustrations by David Downton.

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20 anni, quel che resta siamo noi.

1 nota, Maggio 23, 2012

thecomposites:

Julia, 1984, George Orwell
He did not know her name, but he knew that she worked in the Fiction Department…She was a bold-looking girl, of about twenty-seven, with thick hair, a freckled face, and swift, athletic movements…It was the girl from the Fiction Department, the girl with dark hair. The light was failing, but there was no difficulty in recognizing her… ‘Would you believe,’ he said, ‘that till this moment I didn’t know what colour your eyes were?’ They were brown, he noted, a rather light shade of brown, with dark lashes… The youthful body was strained against his own, the mass of dark hair was against his face, and yes! Actually she had turned her face up and he was kissing the wide red mouth… With just a few dabs of colour in the right places she had become not only very much prettier, but, above all, far more feminine. Her short hair and boyish overalls merely added to the effect… ‘They can’t get inside you,’ she had said. But they could get inside you…Her face was sallower, and there was a long scar, partly hidden by the hair, across her forehead and temple. (Multiple suggestions)

thecomposites:

Julia, 1984, George Orwell

He did not know her name, but he knew that she worked in the Fiction Department…She was a bold-looking girl, of about twenty-seven, with thick hair, a freckled face, and swift, athletic movements…It was the girl from the Fiction Department, the girl with dark hair. The light was failing, but there was no difficulty in recognizing her… ‘Would you believe,’ he said, ‘that till this moment I didn’t know what colour your eyes were?’ They were brown, he noted, a rather light shade of brown, with dark lashes… The youthful body was strained against his own, the mass of dark hair was against his face, and yes! Actually she had turned her face up and he was kissing the wide red mouth… With just a few dabs of colour in the right places she had become not only very much prettier, but, above all, far more feminine. Her short hair and boyish overalls merely added to the effect… ‘They can’t get inside you,’ she had said. But they could get inside you…Her face was sallower, and there was a long scar, partly hidden by the hair, across her forehead and temple. (Multiple suggestions)

Reblogged from thecomposites, 63 note, Maggio 22, 2012

E tu ultimamente sei stato così occupato 
Da non aver trovato il tempo 
Per aprire la mente 
E guardare il mondo che gira 
Senza fretta, fuori del tempo 

1 nota, Maggio 21, 2012

(Fonte: yethemoves)

Reblogged from enaigiiu, 30 note, Maggio 20, 2012