𝐒𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐚, 𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐳𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐳 𝐭𝐞𝐛𝐞 𝐳𝐢𝐭.

                                        “You're not Dostoevsky,” said citizeness, who was getting muddled by Koroviev. “Well, who knows, who knows,” he replied. “Dostoevsky's dead,” said citizeness, but somehow not very confidently. “I protest!” Behemoth exclaimed hotly. “Dostoevsky is immortal!” The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov                                        

                                        “You're not Dostoevsky,” said citizeness, who was getting muddled by Koroviev. “Well, who knows, who knows,” he replied. “Dostoevsky's dead,” said citizeness, but somehow not very confidently. “I protest!” Behemoth exclaimed hotly. “Dostoevsky is immortal!” The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov                                        

happy birthday fyodor mikhailovich dostoevsky!

hardly ever open telegram, but this is the cutest message that's lit up my chat 🥹

This is the writing of my favourite author; C.S Lewis opened the Narnia series with a message to his goddaughter which he loves her so much. And if one day I published my book also, I'll write your name and message at the very front of the book

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Dear Père, El Padre, Отец, or in whatever language that wraps the soul in the word ‘father.’ I apologize, for the tides of life have swept me far from your shores. I have been adrift, unable to visit Père in your home in Marseille. Only now do I take up my worn parchment and pen, hoping the long silence hasn’t troubled you too deeply. Forgive the delay, it feels like time itself drags my hand as I write. No, I am not what you say I am. Do not call me the fierce warrior, when in truth, I am nothing more than your clumsy daughter, stumbling through life’s corridors. And yet, there you stand, Père, my knight, my steadfast knight, the one who has always seen through the masks I wear. And yes, Père, I do love you. Perhaps it is too late to speak those words, but they have long lingered on my tongue. I am grateful that you have found what the French call Le Coup De Foudre that strike of love, sudden and consuming. As for me, I cannot return home just yet. Imagine me as albatross, searching for solace in the winds and waves, lost but not forever. And believe me, one day I shall return to you, for you were right all along. Your heart, Père, is a vast and boundless place, enough to celebrate the homecoming I long for. I have read Plato to understand Aristotle, Aristotle to reach Kant, Kant to unlock Hegel, Hegel to grasp Marx. But no philosophy, no towering thought can restore me to the purity of Joan of Arc’s vision, that blazing certainty she held within her soul. May you cherish what you believe in, and if in this life you cannot hold it close, then may you find it in the next. — Written 35 miles from Buitenzorg, For someone to whom I shall bring the gift of a crate of clove cigarettes.

et à Moya Sophia; Happy boyfriend's day to you too as well, my little Joan D'arc. You are père's most fierce warrior, your heart carry a burden that everybody couldn't ever imagine. Whether in love or life, père understood that you are still fighting ever so harshly for it. I love you dear son, daughter, no matter what it is. Père's heart are big enough for a place to celebrate, a place where you'd share your joy or put aside your burden then cried. And perhaps you already know how Joan of Arc felt. Don't be god's strongest soldier. We're human, we created to have an emotion and letting it out not holding it back. J'ai les yeux rivés sur toi, My sweetest child.

                                   People are celebrating “Happy Boyfriend Day,” and I get it, that’s sweet. But there are French philosophers, intellectuals tangled in an open relationship that spanned 51 years. That’s something else entirely, a different kind of commitment.                Once upon a time... There was a convo, fleeting, like a gust of cold wind that lingers longer than it should. I remember it vividly, how he turned to me and said, “Sartre was THAT chill, I wanna be his mate, he sounds kinda fun.” He was speaking so casually, almost too casually, after I questioned why Simone, as a feminist, would accept an open relationship. We stood there, not speaking, like two figures in some unfinished painting. Me, clutching at Simone's fragile wings, refusing to let them break. He, lost in Sartre's cold rationality, like someone who thinks living for a reason makes the emptiness hurt less. I looked at him, and he was everything Sartre spoke of. He lived like a theory, a neatly folded page of meaning in a world where meaning itself is always escaping. But we aren't them..... We are not nearly so free. For the man who wore the badge that said, “for a long time ago,” even though time never truly belonged to us.                                                “So, I'm writing this for you.”                                                                      

                                   ݁ ִ୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ  On this extraordinary genesis, may your life be as captivating as a cinematic masterpiece, where every scene is filled with vibrant colors, every frame is a work of art, and every moment is a brilliant shot that defines your story. Today marks the beginning of a new chapter, 𝐿𝑎 𝑁𝑜𝑢𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑠, where you are the director, the protagonist, and the creative force behind your narrative. As the reels of time continue to spin, may you find beauty in the close-ups, thrill in the plot twists, and joy in the montage of memories yet to come. Like the auteurs of the French New Wave, may you challenge conventions, embrace spontaneity, and infuse every day with the energy of a fresh take. This is your Kino Réalité, where reality and dreams merge into a breathtaking film that only you can create. ⠀ :¨ ·.· ¨: ⠀ `· .  ഒ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  .ᐟ  ﹒﹒ ୨୧  Happy Birthday, 𝑴𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝑿!!                           Carmella Rose RP-ers ݁ ִ୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ  May this year be filled with cinematic moments, scenes that make you laugh, cry, and stand in awe, where the script is yours to write, and the ending is always a masterpiece. Wishing your life lived in technicolor, where every sunrise is a new beginning, and every sunset leaves you wanting more. Celebrate your story today, and let the world be your audience!                                                                      

the first cerpen… the painting and those weird noises had me like ??? 🤓🤓🤓🤓 but when it got to the part about rahwana and shinta, i was straight up thinking, “honestly, maybe rahwana isn’t that bad.” honestly, i’ve got a master’s degree in yapology for that whole part where rama is being super patriarchal to shinta?????

SIGHHHHH this is gonna be the longest text i’ve sent after coming home from work [] but okay, HERE WE GOOO so, september 30th is "hari terjemahan internasional" and you just compared me to a BOOK... like a BEST-SELLER that’s been translated into over 34 language????? *tearing up* never in a million years did i expect to get cantik itu luka. that book is SO deep. there’s this whole debate whether it’s feminist or the total opposite, because with its RAW language, it’s controversial??? especially being a story about women written by men. but we both know, following the debate is fun, just gotta take the GOOD stuff from it 🤔 and that description... oh WOAW??? never knew someone SAW MEE???as a FLOWER???? because seriously, i’ve always thought flowers are WAY too pretty for someone as basic as me. and the complexity... yeah, u’re kinda right 😮 sometimes, i can’t even figure myself out, let alone expect anyone else to! but dewi ayu is STRAIGHT-UP INSANE 😥🥸 like, imagine me HOOKING up with older guy and then randomly deciding to MARRY HIM OFF to my youngest daughter. literally, not even a mind reader could handle that kind of ENERGY. dewi ayu, you are WILD, the most brilliantly CRAZY fictional goddess i’ve ever known. and those witty comments? beauty and the gritty? hmmmm, that might be pushing it because i’m DEFINITELY not that smooth, but thank you. dark history and satire? that’s TOTALLY my vibe. and omg, we CAN'T forget the epic but totally insane guys in the book like kamerad kliwon 🤯🫰🏻

Sophia Izáková (@cherubicly) 📚 Cantik Itu Luka        by Eka Kurniawan.

Sophia, this Cantik Itu Luka is so you in book form, and here’s why... the book is all about beauty, tragedy and chaos mixed together in captivating way. You’ve got that same energy, you’re super chill on the outside with your whole cottagecore garden loving vibes (?) but deep down you’ve got this complexity that people don’t always see right away. You’re like a soft flower that can turn into a storm when it wants to, and that’s basically what this book does. And the characters in this book are going through all this drama but it’s done in a way that’s still kinda mesmerizing, just like how you manage to stay cool even when everything is getting chaotic around you. The main character Dewi Ayu she’s fierce, rebellious and a total force of nature, and to be very honest, that’s the same kind of inner strength I see in you. Also, this book has this dark, satirical edge which is so your style, you know how to drop those witty comments out of nowhere that make people laugh but also stop and think for a second, there’s a balance between beauty and the gritty reality in the story.

happy birthday to monica bellucci. you're the ultimate ethereal beauty. kinda bums me out when people call you a goddess BUT only post your younger pics, like c’mon, you're STILL insanely gorgeous. you've aged like fine wine 🥹

before the last september, happy birthday jesse lustreee and dekk olliee