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Making the same mistakes, looking back, returning to the same people and tormenting myself. I think it just didn’t hurt me enough last time.
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- When I talk to you I think you are high. I think you are high 24/7. If I want to talk like you do, I definitely need to weed.
Something like that, can’t quote it, it was a long time ago!
Addressed to my friend, magical crazy clever funny interesting girl.
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Недавно вернулась из Европы, и, по идее, есть о чем написать. Но все времени нет и желания. Для этого надо нормально, серьезно засесть на пару часиков, чтобы никуда не спешить, и не торопясь рассказать о впечатлениях с поездки. Я займусь этим, точно, но не сейчас.
Тем не менее, чтобы не терять навыки и поддерживать жизнь в своем тумблере, начну короткую колонку, или серию статей, или совокупность тематических постов, или как-это-еще-назвать [мне нравится слово “колонка”, якобы я аля-журналист, но для тех, кто лучше меня разбирается в журналистике, а таковым быть не сложно, добавила еще парочку названий, чтобы вы поняли, что я имею ввиду]. Колонка будет посвящена всяческим диалогам и цитатам, которые были сказаны людьми из моего окружения. Может быть, слова и не были особенными для авторов, но они запали мне в память и душу.
- Я не буду пить.
- Почему?
- Ну типа завязываю.
- Лучше завяжи с теннисом.
- ?! я не занимаюсь теннисом.
- Ну я и говорю, зачем завязывать с тем, чем ты и так не занимаешься?
The smell of the past
You probably have already felt that weird sense, when the smell or the sound brings you for a moment back to several years ago, just like a faulty time-machine. That happened to me lot of times, but today’s was very special. Preparing my hairs for a dinner, I popped in to my room very fast just to take hairbend from the wooden chest of drawers. For some reason, only today I felt that strong woody furniture smell and in mixture with my actions it all reminded me the times in teenage camp when I was fourteen and carefree. I’ve seen so clearly how I’m hurrying to the disco and trying to find something fancy from my closet… Our room in the camp smelled exactly the same, and after so many years I still do things the same way… My heart skipped a beat. I closed my eyes and remembered all the funny, girly, crazy, teenage and sister things we did together. How we shared the clothes, how chatted the nights away, how we felt we were adults cause we were old enough to live with senior squads, how we learned how to flirt with fellows, how we dreamed about older guys. Trivial: sometimes two people cut something in the tree for the memory. We were simple and didn’t make that fake american-movies-influenced things. Instead, I remember unfinished text in the wooden railing made by our camp’s popular couple. They were older than we, and we believed their love was real, dreaming to have the same oneday. I remember how were guessing which word they wanted to scratch, dramatizing the reasons why they didn’t finish it… funny. Ironic, but that cut in the railing, which wasn’t created for either of us, by any of us, still reminds me you and our summer times. As we were growing up, we never were as close to each-other again. And life decided that we never will… Feelings started to dissolve and I started to gulp scents of the wood trying in vain to elongate the memories, barely holding back tears. Darling, I miss you. RIP.
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NASA’s Hubble Space Telescope has taken this incredible picture of Messier 9, a globular star cluster located near the center of our galaxy. The cluster, located some 25,000 light years away, is too faint to be seen with the naked eye, but Hubble has captured more than 250,000 individual stars there. Globular clusters are believed to have emerged when the galaxy was quite young, and the stars that make up Messier 9 are calculated to be around twice as old as our sun.
(via theatlantic)
