about me ♀,european, scientist, photographer
loves photoshop, movies, music, going out, cocktails, my friends, quentin tarantino, david fincher, liam neeson, christoph waltz, ralph fiennes, gary oldman, brad pitt, paul newman, clint eastwood, viggo mortensen, michael fassbender, breaking bad, big bang theory, dexter
hates twilight, private practice, glee, tom cruise, adam sandler movies, britney spears, lady gaga, hip-hop, techno, boy bands
My darling. I’m waiting for you. How long is the day in the dark? Or a week? The fire is gone, and I’m horribly cold. I really should drag myself outside but then there’d be the sun. I’m afraid I waste the light on the paintings, not writing these words. We die. We die rich with lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we’ve entered and swum up like rivers. Fears we’ve hidden in - like this wretched cave. I want all this marked on my body. Where the real countries are. Not boundaries drawn on maps with the names of powerful men. I know you’ll come carry me out to the Palace of Winds. That’s what I’ve wanted: to walk in such a place with you. With friends, on an earth without maps. The lamp has gone out and I’m writing in the darkness.
The English Patient