got scolded for drinking coffee in front of god :-/
missing the way someone used to be is such a restless type of longing. it’s not love or hatred. it’s just forever living with the gap in your life they once filled and won't ever again because they aren't that person anymore
Leitmotifs drive me insane, like I hear *repeated melody that has an association with a person, idea, or situation* and I go *tears up the fucking rug like a dog*
Frida Kahlo, from a letter wr. c. November 1933, featured in The Letters of Frida Kahlo: Cartas Apasionadas
the fact that they changed the lyrics de sous les étoiles (stars) and got rid of:
"je ne faiblirait pas/tant qu'il ne sera pas/à genoux devant moi" (I won't weaken until he's on his knees before me)
for
"je le poursuivrais/tant qu'il ne sera pas/repris et condamné" (i will chase him until he's taken and condemn)
is CRIMINAL.
something something about R resonating with marius during red and black and so he eggs him on in hopes of hearing his repressed feelings voiced