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I decided that I will keep this LJ as a private blog to write things I want to share only with friends. All the others I found on www.ayameazuma.it

You can request the friendship, but it is very difficult to accept that, unless you know well.

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'Brokeback Mountain', aka how-to-reduce-the-signed-edge-of-a-river-of-tears.

was a long time I wanted to see him, I told myself a long time that now convinced that for a slasher like me could not miss watching a film like this really be said for that. And eventually I did, between yesterday and today, against all and sundry to smadonnando megavideo for his continuous blocks, and then sighing and moaning in a very pathetic and hopeless about for the duration of the film.

I remember only one word: wonderful . In fact, I would have many others in the repertoire, but they would all be synonyms of it. He left amazed, touched, distraught, excited, deeply affected. He left me confident that shit, yes, that was really love, other than the usual banal comedies today stereotyping fairly bleak feelings. That was true love, real, passionate, painful, hopeless and impossible to repress, and perhaps made their own unique dala so terribly aware of its 'diversity', if it can be defined. Jacknondovevamorire, diosantissimo.NONDOVEVA.

I do not know how to explain it, but they were just perfect . Every scene, every word, every argument, and then tent, and a kiss on the porch - ohdiosanto, the kiss on the porch. And the shirts, and 'Jack, I swear' , and the damned soundtrack do not know how did I get to the end credits without bursting into tears. I do not really know, really. Not to mention the masterful interpretation of both characters: Jake so passionate and impetuous as Jack, and loving so irrational, and Heath-Ennis so terribly alone, closed so miserable and unable to break everything off forever from the other.

No, really, I have no words. I do not have enough, and even if I had not would make the slightest justice to the beauty of this poignant and moving film. Movies that I already know, I'll see several other times, because it is one of those where you fall in love at first sight and without being able to do anything.

♥

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for all the Steve Carlson fans... READ IT

My great friend babycin give us the opportunity to write something like a present for Steve fans from all His , When He Will Come to jibcon the next April ... I know if you have some kind of words, poetry or something else to write info@stevecarlsontribute.com
But first read the rules Steve Carlson Project

I really love this idea
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Alpine Cde9827rr Reviews

No, the university is not so cool as you might think.

fact.

So. We assume that things are never, ever as one would expect them. More often than not, in fact, are much worse. And this is my chance.

I do not want the whining - but, oh my, is in fact a tendency of some families' congenital - but just be realistic. A year ago I was no longer in the skin to the idea of finally and definitively come out from high school, and college seemed more or less like a mirage that with each passing day more and more concrete contours acquired. everything will be different, I thought, I'll be much freer . I will be able to manage the study and have as much free time now, and do a lot of things.

Like hell.

Capiamoci: do not do all that is so disgusting. The environment is quite different from that of high school and I met wonderful people with whom I'll be right, but the notes are much more painful for many of the points. Type the stress. Type the study, which is double than before. Type the nervous breakdown and my usual magnet for bad luck that leads me to bump into Professor bastard bowl, turn to me even though I was well prepared (do not say 30, cabbage, but a nice 27 there was everything). Type write three exams within a month and a half - business entirely harmful to the integrity of my nervous system. Or, to reach the limits of sociopathy and lose what little respect it had itself themselves.

Okay, a slight tendency to self-pity I've always had it, but this time not just victims. That is, you can not live with 'is pressure on him, you can not be thrown in a manner so sudden from a class in which, during the five years I have always been the one that passed all the tasks, a course in where the level of overall performance makes me look like a pale little girl by the intellect rather mediocre. We can not get used in a few weeks necessary to study a subject on three different books for five hundred pages each. Above all, there that my continuing to destroy the soul that I am not committed enough - it's all so discouraging . It 'makes sense that if things do not go how I am going to destroy me, and I do even more if you bring home a twenty-six after the first review I just expressions of disapproval.

In all my contacts with the outside world diminished, and only in these last days I'm starting to get out a bit 'more. I can not lose the will to do anything because of one study that does not make as hoped, or I can ruin their days on the books. And then, if I want to write, I do. Inspiration can not and do not want to suppress it in any way.

It 's hard, it's hard to university life.