drunk of music

Hello. I'm Luciana, from Mar del Plata, Buenos Aires, Argentina. I'm 18, born in march 11th. I love music, the sea, take pictures, nature, movies, foreign languages, travel, learn, write, paint, series, my friends, know useless facts, beautiful things, draw & more. I might dissapear for a while sometimes, but it's ok, it's my way to handle some stuffs. Randomness and sarcasm are things you will see a lot. I'm awkward and not very good with people. I like observe people but not so much interact with them. I'm very good understanding and relating with others, tough. Art and books lover. I'm obsessed with them. I enjoy them as much as I enjoy movies and photographs. Vegetarian. I admire people who think for himselfs, live life (no just exist on it), stand up for they're ideas and what they thinks it's right, see beauty in ordinary things, and create. Especially the ones who create. I spended 5 years of my life in a school of arts. Next year, if everything goes well, I'll be studying to become a film director. Currently starting my studies of french. I'm a little bit like Chandler sometimes, and I talk until somebody stop me. Or not talk at all. You will learn more about me or the things I like watching my Tumblr page. Feel free of ask anything you want. I don't own any of the things I post in here, unless otherwise stated. If you do own them and want me to put you in the credits, just tell me.


Read the Printed Word!

I see men assassinated around me every day. I walk through rooms of the dead, streets of the dead, cities of the dead; men without eyes, men without voices; men with manufactured feelings and standard reactions; men with newspaper brains, television souls and high school ideas

—Charles Bukowski

(Source: blua)

moledro

mirroir:

n. a feeling of resonant connection with an author or artist you’ll never meet, who may have lived centuries ago and thousands of miles away but can still get inside your head and leave behind morsels of their experience, like the little piles of stones left by hikers that mark a hidden path through unfamiliar territory.

(Source: dictionaryofobscuresorrows, via dinwos)

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Two Door Cinema Club

—What You Know

dinwos:

what you know, two door cinema club

(Source: h3ggs)

Socializing is as exhausting as giving blood. People assume we loners are misanthropes, just ­sitting thinking, ‘Oh, people are such a bunch of assholes,’ but it’s really not like that. We just have a smaller tolerance for what it takes to be with others. It means having to perform. I get so tired of communicating.

—Anneli Rufus (via dinwos)

(Source: airplanes, via dinwos)

itsacrimescene:

“And may I deduce that you who rarely strays from the path that runs from your home to the Diogenes Club, and never on a Monday when they serve your favourite potted shrimps, must be here for some far more important reason than my stag party.”
“You know, he’s nothing like as slow witted as you’ve been leading me to believe, Sherly.”

(via nathansnape)