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My name is Kaisyah. I am seventeen and many other things. I sustain myself with the love of God and family. I have a very distinct taste in everything. Penchant for religion, baking, medicine, travelling, reading, beautiful cities, winter sports, music, jewellery, guitars, the french new wave, geodes, cold weathers, medical sciences, phalaenopsis orchids, vintage cinema, Coldplay and the list goes on. I am not a big listener when it comes to mainstream music. I am a family oriented-girl. My beautiful and intelligent Mama is my best friend <3 I am a sapiosexual and very sentimental, I really do appreciate the little things. Through stressful times, writing is a welcome solace.



01/06/12
I have abandoned you (& all my other social networking sites) and so I hereby grant you permission to kick my arse. But all jokes aside, I am faithfully sorry. I've begun my first term of A Levels and already faltering at the sight of countless unfinished assignments I have yet to hand in. My online catch up will come in the next few days as time becomes more available. But thank you so much friends for all your lovely messages, there is never an adequate response to these sorts of questions, I am overwhelmed and grateful. Thank you. It seems like such a little, trivial, overused word doesn't it? The truth is there will never be a word encompassing enough, or beautiful enough, or long enough to describe my feelings for your thoughtful messages. They really make me smile. On a side note though, I feel like I should level with you. I find it very easy to be polite online possibly because I can be a tempestuous little spitfire in real life (not really :P ) but thank you kindly. <3



"When you start to really know someone, all his physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in his energy, recognize the scent of his skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant."


"I can barely conceive a type of beauty in which there is no melancholy." Charles Baudelaire


"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”


"I saw you at your lowest point; your miserable, wallowing worst, pitiful and dirty, sorrowful and shamed
and I still love(d) you."


"A mother's love is the fuel that enables a human being to do the impossible."



"Failure teaches us that life is but a draft, an endless rehearsal of a show that will never play."



"A beautiful woman is a beautiful woman, but a beautiful woman with a brain is an absolutely lethal combination."



"I dont understand people whose greatest fear is becoming their parents. I wish I could be half as amazing someday."


"So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them." Sylvia Plath



"The road to medical knowledge is through the pathological museum and not through an apothecary's shop."


"There are times that God doesn't give you what you want, because sometimes, what you want isn't always what is good for you. Remember God knows best. Just learn to trust him all the time."



"When you look into your mother's eyes, you know that is the purest love you can find on this earth."


"Success is the sum of small efforts, repeated day in and day out."


"Don't be discouraged. No one would ever amount to anything if he didn't try."



"The most beautiful thing in the world is to see your parents smiling and knowing that you are the reason behind that smile."



"Character is how you treat others who can do nothing for you."


"Let them laugh, for you have the secret of bottling the seconds and unspoken words that fall from their lashes like galaxies."

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I remember standing in a field in Switzerland at dusk, surrounded by cows with bells around their necks, and reading John Keats’ “Ode to a Nightingale” out loud from an open book I was holding in my hands, and I started to weep — weep is a better word for it than cry — and I remember the tears slowly streaming down my face, it was that beautiful to me, and I loved poetry that much. I was eighteen.

- Mary Ruefle, from “I Remember, I Remember,” Madness, Rack, & Honey (via commovente)
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secretcinema1:

Jean-Luc Godard &amp; Cameraman, Une femme est une femme, Paris, 1960, Raymond Cauchetier
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amospoe:

"It was a strange love story from the beginning. I could see Jean-Luc was looking at me all the time, and I was looking at him too, all day long.  We were like animals. One night we were at this dinner in Lausanne. My boyfriend, who was a painter, was there too. And suddenly I felt something under the table – it was Jean-Luc’s hand. He gave me a piece of paper and then left to drive back to Geneva. I went into another room to see what he’d written.  It said, “I love you.  Rendezvous at midnight at the Café de la Prez.” And then my boyfriend came into the room and demanded to see the piece of paper, and he took my arm and grabbed it and read it.  He said, “You’re not going.” And I said, “I am.” And he said, “But you can’t do this to me.”  I said, “But I’m in love too, so I’m going.” But he still didn’t believe me. We drove back to Geneva and I started to pack my tiny suitcase.  He said, “Tell me you’re not going.” And I said, “I’ve been in love with him since I saw him the second time. And I can’t do anything about it.” It was like something electric. I walked there, and I remember my painter was running after me crying. I was, like, hypnotized – it never happened again to me in my life."
— Anna Karina
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wonderland-misfits:

✖️ T E E N S ✖️ on We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/entry/111832228
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lottereinigerforever:

Anna Karina &amp; Jean-Paul Belmondo in “Pierrot le fou”