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Now what truly makes me curious is what’s behind those beautiful brown eyes…
It is really hard for me to understand his intentions. Sometimes he’s cold and crude with me but there are also times when he is calm, soft and he even initiates affection towards me. Because of this, exactly I am dubious of his actions.
As in, do you love me or do you not love me?
I don’t want to continue living like this anymore; loving you while I’m trying to understand what’s worth doing and what not. I’m in a conflicting position with insecurities that I never had before but finally you had the urge to make me have them. It’s outrageous to think that I love you but at the same time I hate you. And I’m not particularly talking about that kind of hate that engulfs your very being and claims your soul, plaguing it with negative faith. No, I’m talking about that moment where one’s behaviour is so beautifully wrong, making you infatuated to it in a way that brings you to respectfully hate that person. But make no mistake, dear readers, hating that person doesn’t mean that I’m not burning with a raging fire within my heart and mind, roasting those little rational thoughts that have been remaining in my tiny skull, instead I am suffering in misery while stopping this hate towards this person, because it’s paradoxically sweet of him to have that demeanour with me.
I’m the one to blame. Because I never ceased to live without him in my routine. As in I dived into his lifestyles and matched my own rhythms to his, sacrificing my freedom and empowerment. Isn’t this such a cruel world?
Perfect cruel rational world. That seeks to confine us into narrow roles and expectations, and we defy those limitations. At least that’s what a normal person seeks to proceeding.
Instead, I am doing the opposite. Aren’t I ashamed of my own actions and ambitions? I seek to have a love life and I search for it in every single corner of the streets I walk through. But, I’m absolutely not embarrassed of my intentions, I am exhausted of all the limitations imposed upon me by an outdated script of delusional MEN of an old fashioned world. Now, I come from a quite antique century too, but I never seek to follow these outdated “laws”…
But he is the man of his times, the one that lives in danger and commands his inferiors, putting them to submission and protecting his dear ones.
I am one of his dear ones. His first priority. He has proven it to me. Several times. And I’m not talking about something that happened some years ago… No, I’m talking about two days ago;
We were seated in the back seats of our car, the driver could not particularly listen to our conversation, but we were having a small quarrel about something that had no means to whatsoever… But he was getting angry, not at me but he had been bothered by several affairs that day and he had no patience whatsoever to deal with tiny little stupid issues that I created in the moment just because I wanted a bit of his attention…
He raised his voice at me. He had never done it before.
And at that moment, I turned my head and looked out of the window. He stopped his sentence. And stopped talking.
When we arrived home, I waited for him to open my door and I got out the car. With my head raised, I was headed to the door. He followed behind me. Stayed behind me. Never dared to say something to me.
Once inside our room, I closed the door and only said one word “Out”.
The next morning I woke up, did my usual routine and headed to my kitchen to have breakfast. I saw that he had already prepared breakfast for me. And then, he had went to meet his men.
After that I had gone out for a stroll in my garden.
I had thought I had been all alone. But there was a presence behind me. That person put their hand to my mouth and blocked my arms, locking them behind my back. I didn’t fight.
My husband came. Out of nowhere. He was there. And he shot that other man in the middle of his forehead.
Unbothered, I turned around and got back to clean my hands in the bathroom. He comes behind me too. He cleans his hands after me and he dries them.
I feel his hard and big arms gripping my waist and hugging me to himself. And I melted in his sculpted body. I turned my head to his head and softly pecked him to his lips…
You see? How could I ever hate him? He is my sweet, perfect, dangerous Salvatore.
My only boss and my husband.
Hes got such a baby face 😖😖😖
my cutie patootie sweetie pie honey bun😭❤️
al pacino in the godfather
just doing girly things (immediately rating a movie five stars if it has my celebrity crush in it for like two minutes)
i love him.
shoutout to al pacino in despair. gotta be one of my fave genders
Frankie and Johnny (1991)
Goncharov Needs More Literature
Is anyone familiar with the Russian novelist Ivan Goncharov? He's the watered-down ketchup version of Ivan Turgenev, but I digress. In the movie, obviously during the scene where director Martin Scorese is making a cameo appearance during which he intervenes between a sudden dispute between Al Pacino and Goncharov concerning who exactly ate the most cheese, the walls of the Croatian bookstore in which they find themselves should ideally be packed with Goncharov (of not 1973 fame) books.
Top canonical events in a girl's life:
1. Listening to Lana del Rey for the first time
2. Locking yourself in your room all the time
3. Trying at some point to fit in with a group but just can't
4. Feeling awkward around boys
5. Daydreaming
6. Not being talkative
7. Obsessing over some actor who could be your grandfather
8. Ruining your sleep schedule to get more alone time
9. Tumblr and girlblogging
10. Feeling like no one really knows you
11. Feeling lost in a group of friends
I heard Wyoming is beautiful this time of year
When I tell my white friends that pretty much every Cuban I have met finds the movie Scarface hilarious and we don't give a fuck that he's played by an Italian-American dude. In fact, the bad accent just makes it that much funnier XD I quote "say hello to my little friend" at least once a week to my dad. It's a bonding movie for us both lol
The eyes, chico. They never lie.
Ummm...hey!
So I don't really use this app as much or send a post like this but I wanted to come on here and say I'm starting a new era.
I made an Al Pacino account it's: @alpacinoenthusiast
I've been obsessing over this man over a month by now. I'm still love Jackass they obviously have a place in my heart but for now it's Al Pacino.
If any of you are Pacino fans or whatever then go follow and please do cause i want some more Al moots lol. I'll try and post regularly on there I'll still do the same here but yeah this is just a new thing I'm doing for now.
:)
Al Pacino as Michael Corleone
Jeremy Strong as Kendall Roy
TWO LEGENDS!
One day
We’ll meet again You’ll look at me And while i look at you I won't feel a thing I'll walk past you With a smile on my face And inside you'll be dying because it took you too long to realize It was me
| Unknown
Goncharov (1973) dir. Martin Scorsese
“The greatest mafia movie (n)ever made.”
literally the most beautiful man to ever exist
Al Pacino behind the scenes of The Godfather (1972)
Martin Scorsese, Joe Pesci, Al Pacino and Robert De Niro. from ART&ART