Moi, Patrocle

austinkleon:

“I went to art college and all I got was this fucking attitude” by WASTED RITA

Marco died today. He was 24 and was born in Catollica, Italy. His hair was a curly wonderful mess. He was tall and funny and uncensored. He had a sister and girlfriend. His dad joined him at his every race. His mother`s name is Rosella. 

Today we watched Marco die. 

I will always cheer for you Super Sic. Wherever you will race from now on. 

Ciao Marco. Ci vediamo bello. 

kari-shma:

My other bridges are not afraid (by Zeb Andrews)

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hollywoold:

fucking truth.

Giant  (1956)

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Today my mother would have turned 49. She would have woken up early, reminiscing about her high school years or about our early years as babies. She would have thrown one crazy big bash before the scary fifty. Probably would have commiserated with fellow forty-something-ers about how they feel young but oh well life goes by fast and here they are. She would have given us the I`m so proud of you look. She would have taken a day off from her flowers to stay at home and enjoy a long coffee in our courtyard. Would have opened our presents with tears in her eyes. Would have spent the last hours of the day on the old bench under the plum trees talking life and principles, feeling lucky for everything she got in life and completely forgetting the rough patches. 

Today I listened to Toto Cotugno and cried. I remembered our last car drive, our last walk on the beach, her smile, her curly hair, her energy, her kindness, our Sunday lunches in the breezy wineyard, the vinegar smell after she`d clean the windows, the sound of her heels coming home, her tiny shoes, her golden earrings, her wave goodbye. 

Today is one of my favorite days in the calendar. I love you mom and I will miss you forever. 

Patri

Yes, please.

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I believe that surgeons can quit their job and go wait tables. I believe that Maggie Gyllenhal actually could have fell for Jeff Bridges if she was a single mom in real life and he was an ex country music star. I believe in renting 1000 apartments and not buying a single one.

Wild cards are the best thing about life. Always. 

Biology, as they warn us in Grey`s Anatomy ( I know, shut up!), biology can turn on us. Our uteruses become hostile, our hearts race to exhaustion, our bones crack, our vision fails. We fail. I am a 226. My body betrayed me in a way that I deserve. I wanted to never sleep so now I won`t. I wanted to be prepared, to never be taken by surprise again so now I am. I believed preparation would diminish the pain. Would prevent the pain. Needless to say - it did no good. I am an overachiever on adrenaline levels. At any moment of the days you would choose to test me. Adrenaline that wears my heart out. Adrenaline that shaves my bones from the inside out. 

I am a 226 and I got myself here. My heart hurts and I have this feeling it`s not even the best she can do right now. But it hurts from all the years I prepared it not to hurt.