On my way… by Marie

Keep holding on to what you love & enjoy the ride of life


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Proud of being a girl who reads… but prouder of being a girl who writes ;)

Yesterday, a friend of mine shared a very well-written text of Charles Warnke, and… I loved his words so much that I absolutely had to share his post with you :)!

His article made me kinda proud of being a girl who reads, and yet better (or… maybe worse :p!) a girl who writes :)!

In a few words, Charles Warnke si saying… ‘Date a challenging woman! It might sometimes be hell, but the reward is much sweeter’. He’s saying… ‘Get a little more out of life than the mundane’!

And honestly! How can you not agree when you’re a girl who reads?! How can you not fall in love with this so beautifully written text that makes us justice, that makes justice to all the girls who read?! I’m asking you!

You Should Date An Illiterate Girl

By CHARLES WARNKE 

Date a girl who doesn’t read. Find her in the weary squalor of a Midwestern bar. Find her in the smoke, drunken sweat, and varicolored light of an upscale nightclub. Wherever you find her, find her smiling. Make sure that it lingers when the people that are talking to her look away. Engage her with unsentimental trivialities. Use pick-up lines and laugh inwardly. Take her outside when the night overstays its welcome. Ignore the palpable weight of fatigue. Kiss her in the rain under the weak glow of a streetlamp because you’ve seen it in film. Remark at its lack of significance. Take her to your apartment. Dispatch with making love. Fuck her.

Let the anxious contract you’ve unwittingly written evolve slowly and uncomfortably into a relationship. Find shared interests and common ground like sushi, and folk music. Build an impenetrable bastion upon that ground. Make it sacred. Retreat into it every time the air gets stale, or the evenings get long. Talk about nothing of significance. Do little thinking. Let the months pass unnoticed. Ask her to move in. Let her decorate. Get into fights about inconsequential things like how the fucking shower curtain needs to be closed so that it doesn’t fucking collect mold. Let a year pass unnoticed. Begin to notice.

Figure that you should probably get married because you will have wasted a lot of time otherwise. Take her to dinner on the forty-fifth floor at a restaurant far beyond your means. Make sure there is a beautiful view of the city. Sheepishly ask a waiter to bring her a glass of champagne with a modest ring in it. When she notices, propose to her with all of the enthusiasm and sincerity you can muster. Do not be overly concerned if you feel your heart leap through a pane of sheet glass. For that matter, do not be overly concerned if you cannot feel it at all. If there is applause, let it stagnate. If she cries, smile as if you’ve never been happier. If she doesn’t, smile all the same.

Let the years pass unnoticed. Get a career, not a job. Buy a house. Have two striking children. Try to raise them well. Fail, frequently. Lapse into a bored indifference. Lapse into an indifferent sadness. Have a mid-life crisis. Grow old. Wonder at your lack of achievement. Feel sometimes contented, but mostly vacant and ethereal. Feel, during walks, as if you might never return, or as if you might blow away on the wind. Contract a terminal illness. Die, but only after you observe that the girl who didn’t read never made your heart oscillate with any significant passion, that no one will write the story of your lives, and that she will die, too, with only a mild and tempered regret that nothing ever came of her capacity to love.

Do those things, god damnit, because nothing sucks worse than a girl who reads. Do it, I say, because a life in purgatory is better than a life in hell. Do it, because a girl who reads possesses a vocabulary that can describe that amorphous discontent as a life unfulfilled—a vocabulary that parses the innate beauty of the world and makes it an accessible necessity instead of an alien wonder. A girl who reads lays claim to a vocabulary that distinguishes between the specious and soulless rhetoric of someone who cannot love her, and the inarticulate desperation of someone who loves her too much. A vocabulary, god damnit, that makes my vacuous sophistry a cheap trick.

Do it, because a girl who reads understands syntax. Literature has taught her that moments of tenderness come in sporadic but knowable intervals. A girl who reads knows that life is not planar; she knows, and rightly demands, that the ebb comes along with the flow of disappointment. A girl who has read up on her syntax senses the irregular pauses—the hesitation of breath—endemic to a lie. A girl who reads perceives the difference between a parenthetical moment of anger and the entrenched habits of someone whose bitter cynicism will run on, run on well past any point of reason, or purpose, run on far after she has packed a suitcase and said a reluctant goodbye and she has decided that I am an ellipsis and not a period and run on and run on. Syntax that knows the rhythm and cadence of a life well lived.

Date a girl who doesn’t read because the girl who reads knows the importance of plot. She can trace out the demarcations of a prologue and the sharp ridges of a climax. She feels them in her skin. The girl who reads will be patient with an intermission and expedite a denouement. But of all things, the girl who reads knows most the ineluctable significance of an end. She is comfortable with them. She has bid farewell to a thousand heroes with only a twinge of sadness.

Don’t date a girl who reads because girls who read are the storytellers. You with the Joyce, you with the Nabokov, you with the Woolf. You there in the library, on the platform of the metro, you in the corner of the café, you in the window of your room. You, who make my life so god damned difficult. The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold. You, the girl who reads, make me want to be everything that I am not. But I am weak and I will fail you, because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than I am. You will not accept the life that I told of at the beginning of this piece. You will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being storied. So out with you, girl who reads. Take the next southbound train and take your Hemingway with you. I hate you. I really, really, really hate you.

You may now understand my little prologue a little bit better… And now what about you, girls?

I hope you liked this text and as always…

Keep holding on to what you love & enjoy the ride of life 😉

xoxo

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Rest In Peace my baby cat <3

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“It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.”
― Lemony SnicketHorseradish: Bitter Truths You Can’t Avoid

BLACK! That’s exactly how I’m seeing things right now and how I’ve been seeing them since yesterday morning my cat was euthanised :(!!!

It’s a bit hard to find words to describe how bad I’m feeling… So I found a quote of Lemony Snicket and I also inserted a few lyrics of Les Mis’ song, Empty Chairs at Empty Tables, but… apart from saying that I’m awfully sad and depressed and barely lost, I can’t really say more…

So I’m not going to lose myself in this post and write a lot… first because I don’t think I can & secondly because I wanna honour my baby cat, the adorable companion he’s been all his short life…

My baby cat passed away when he was still quite young and the only thing I can say about it is that it’s horribly UNFAIR!!! Monday evening was the last time I could cuddle him, kiss him and hear his sweet purring… I almost feel like I haven’t really enjoyed this precious moment the way I was supposed to, the way you’re supposed to enjoy a LAST moment with someone dear!

At that instant, I couldn’t believe or slightly didn’t wanna believe it was the last time I would cuddle you, hear your calming purring, and see you, you, my lovely little cat… I didn’t want your gentle and kind purring to stop! 😦 I love you a lot and I’m going to miss you like hell!!!!

But hopefully Love never dies a natural death! So here’s to YOU!!!!

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* Phantom faces at the window. Phantom shadows on the floor. *

WILL MISS U SO MUCH

U

To you, mon petit MANOU ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ … 


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Missing…

Something, someone… or actually everything and everyone! I truly miss EVERY BIT of England!

“Miss someone until they come back, or until you come back, until their absence in your life becomes something to be avoided at all costs. Miss them until you don’t have to anymore, until you’re reunited in your favorite booth in your favorite restaurant ordering your favorite meal, miss them until it feels like you never left. Or miss them until you can’t anymore, until the things you miss are identified and cataloged as things and not a person, until you figure out that easy company and long talks and unblinking, all-knowing eye contact will find you again the way they found you the first time. Miss someone until you don’t.” 
― Stephanie Georgopulus

I think the thing I’m gonna miss the most about England is, of course, the English language! I love speaking English!!! And being back in France & having to speak French all the time almost kills me! I mean, even the people who are perfectly able to speak English won’t do it (but I admit that what I’m asking may be a bit too much :s!!!).

Then I’m gonna miss the country and especially my very fancied comings & goings to my so cherished London <3!!!! You know my love for England & you may even better know my love for London, so I don’t think I need to develop that point ^^!!!

 

I am also going to miss… (yes I’m gonna say it!) the English food! Don’t be surprised but I’ve been very well surprised on the matter of the English cuisine! There are lots of very yummy things and to be honest, I couldn’t live somehow else than the English way now (and this is not only for what might concern the breakfast-lunch-&-dinner aspect ;)!!!).

My second to last thingies I’m horribly going to miss are all the adorable nicknames people are used to giving! From darling to angel, sweet pea, sweetie, and the list can be long… Even if you don’t know the person more than that, this is just something you do and it’s extremely all-peaceful! When I came back in France two days ago, the first thought that came to my mind was “OMG but people are SO rude!!!!!!” ! And I truly think I won’t be able to get used to this French rudeness all over again, not this time, not after 6 months in England!

And at last & above everything else, I’m awfully missing all the amazing people I’ve met over there! I miss them like hell! These people allowed me to start from scratch, to have a massive clear out in my life and kinda start a new one! They’ve done things no one has never done for me before and they’re simply all so very wonderful!!! I love them a lot and I am so happy I’m keeping in touch with ALL of them! I can’t wait to see them again… but I promise them I will see them soon, I will see them again VERY soon!!! For this very special reason, I wanna end this post with a positive-thinking quote…

“I like to see people reunited, maybe that’s a silly thing, but what can I say, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can’t tell fast enough, the ears that aren’t big enough, the eyes that can’t take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.” 
― Jonathan Safran FoerExtremely Loud and Incredibly Close

I hope you liked this post, my lovely ones (I’m sorry I didn’t write before but I’ve been pretty busy unpacking all my stuff :s!) and as usual, I’m telling you…

Keep holding on to what and who you love & enjoy the ride of life 😉

Much love ❤

xoxo


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Saying goodbye…

♪ Looking through your eyes

I could never find a safer place

Even if I tried…

Don’t ever let me go

I know I’m ok

Wrapped in your arms…. I’m home ♪

Wrapped in your arms – Firelight 

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Don’t let me go… Keep me in your arms…

To all the fantastic people I’ve met over here in England; to you guys who are my friends and who it is so hard to say goodbye to, to all of you… Caroline, Melody, Jamie, Becky, Jenna, Laura, and the lovely twins Stela & Julia, to each of you… I’ve never thought it was going to be that hard, but leaving you here literally is a HEARTBREAK!!!

Not a long ago, a friend reminded me that… “Goodbyes are not forever. Goodbyes are not the end. They simply mean I’ll miss you until we meet again!” Even if it doesn’t seem like it right now, even if it’s still hard to believe, even if everything looks like it is all over… when you truly think about it, it’s just… true! And as hard as it is for me right now, as painful as all these goodbyes are (whether they were said in London this last weekend or this week on Hayling), I would like to leave England with this state of mind, I want to leave with HOPE! Cassandra Clare once wrote “Every meeting led to a parting, and so it would, as long as life was mortal. In every meeting there was some of the sorrow of parting, but in everything parting there was some of the joy of meeting as well.” I precisely want to leave with THIS feeling, with this pain due to the separation (because it is actually unavoidable!) mixed with the joy of seeing all these people I love again! Thus, you’ll understand I’d rather say “I SEE YOU SOON” instead of “GOODBYE” (which is, let’s say it, so much more depressing)!!!

This post is probably the most difficult I have had to write… Not because of a lack of inspiration or anything, but simply because it moves me a lot… One sometimes says that “tears are words the heart can’t say”, “a grief that can’t be spoken”. But as you can’t see me, I have to do my best to express what’s within my tears right now…

Kiera Cass once wrote “You’ve changed me forever. And I’ll never forget you.” I also want to add: ‘I will always be thankful for everything you’ve brought me and I know you will keep on bringing”. You arrived into my life and left your footprints on my heart and I know that having you in my life totally changed me… you changed me for good, even maybe for the better ❤

I know I will all see you again, wherever it may be… England, France, Europe, or another continent! But it’s not really where we’ll meet again that matters… What’s truly important is to realise that wherever we are from each other, wherever we go, wherever we’ll be… as far as I’m concerned, you’ll always be in my heart, you’ll live in my heart forever! And you know what one says?! “People who live in your heart are living with you!” You see? Now that you’re in my heart, you’ll be with me forever and we’ll never be apart… So don’t be afraid because I’m leaving… because I love you always, I love you with my heart!

Now I just hope that I’ll be in your hearts as well as you’re in mine… because as Pittacus Lore once wrote “Every beat of my heart belongs to you, whether you ask for it or not.” So don’t give up on me… because I WON’T give up on you!

Just think about this quote of Richard Bach…

“Can miles truly separate you from friends…. If you want to be with someone you love, aren’t you already there? “

So to all of you, my lovely ones, Caroline, Melody, Jamie, Becky, Jenna, Laura, and Stela & Julia, I am not saying GOODBYE… I’m saying I SEE YOU VERY SOON :* Xxx

For this special post, I will change my “motto” a bit and write…

Keep holding on to who you love & enjoy the ride of life 😉 ‘Cause Look! You never know who you’re going to find on your way… 😉

You and I will meet again

When we’re least expecting it

One day in some far off place

I will recognize your face

I won’t say goodbye my friend

For you and I will meet again

~Tom Petty

MUCH LOVE TO ALL OF MY ENGLISH FRIENDS ❤ ❤ ❤ and to all of you, my sweet readers!

xoxo

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From across the sea… 

Is this what it feels like to really cry? I shall guess so… But as painful as these tears may be, there’s nonetheless & somehow good news… These tears are the proofs that you’re in my heart ❤