Throughout the years her0in chic has received many thankful messages. You each know who you are, and I just want to say that I should be the one thanking you. When you were expressing your gratitude towards me with your beautiful and heartfelt words, I was getting the motivation to not give up on my own life and on my own deals. I may have helped you survive or change in some way, but you helped me, too. I wish this is what they meant when they say ‘an eye for an eye.’

I’ve also gained some wonderful friends, and even though I haven’t revealed my identity to them, I feel like our bond is stronger than the one I’ve had with any of my real life friends. I think that this is the meaning of true friendship. You know who you are, too. And I hope we always keep in touch. I love you more than words can say.

I’m always there for anyone who needs me. I enjoy opening Facebook and reading all your messages, even if they’re extremely long, they make me so happy. I read them and reply. And yes, I keep the secrets . So whenever you need to vent, talk to someone, ask for advice, you can write to me through e-mail [hello@her0inchic.com].

You can follow me on Twitter, where I post many quotes in English, Spanish, Portuguese, Italian and French. Many of which I do not post on the blog, I’m sorry for that, and I promise in the future I’ll try to post the same content on both places for those that don’t have Twitter.

There’s also the Facebook page, where I try to post daily motivational statuses and pictures. Some of which I also do not post on the blog. And you can also find the her0inchic challenge there.

I love each and every one of you that press like, that write comments, that write wall posts, that retweet, that send me messages, everything. I really do, and I am constantly wishing you the best and sending you good vibrations.

I will always be here for you. I love you. 

I am touching my screen as I write this. I am thinking of you as I write this. I am picturing you smiling and laughing as I write this. I am wishing you peace as I write this. I send you love.

As you read this.

“The program for this evening is not new. You’ve seen this entertainment through and through. You’ve seen your birth, your life and death. You might recall all the rest. Did you have a good world when you died? Enough to base a movie on?”

Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.

My heart stopped. It just stopped beating. And for the first time in my life, I had that feeling. You know, like the world is moving all around you, all beneath you, all inside you, and you’re floating. Floating in midair. And the only thing keeping you from drifting away is the other person’s eyes. They’re connected to yours by some invisible physical force, and they hold you fast while the rest of the world swirls and twirls and falls completely away.

I’ve never understood why looking hot had to be equated with sex and conquest. Whatever happened to anticipation, to courtship, to true love? Can’t a person look hot and not have it mean something? Call me an old-fashioned Naomi bitch, but I’m holding out for true love. Even if it’s an unattainable fantasy

I am proud that I defy your categories. I am proud that I don’t fit easily into any box. I am proud of all the things I am and all the things i can be. Question yourself every time you think you only see one thing in me.

people moving all the time
inside a perfectly straight line
don’t you want to curve away?
when it’s such, it’s such a perfect day
~ coldplay ~

“I mean, they say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time.”

“We don’t have to engage in grand, heroic actions to participate in the process of change. Small acts, when multiplied by millions of people, can transform the world.”

“Suffering makes you live time in detail, moment after moment. Which is to say that it exists for you: over the others, the ones who don’t suffer, time flows, so that they don’t live in time, in fact they never have.”

“I’ve learned love is like a brick, you can build a house or sink a dead body.”

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Start doing the things you think should be done, and start being what you think society should become. Do you believe in free speech? Then speak freely. Do you love the truth? Then tell it. Do you believe in an open society? Then act in the open. Do you believe in a decent and humane society? Then behave decently and humanely.

“Just look at us. Everything is backwards; everything is upside down. Doctors destroy health, lawyers destroy justice, universities destroy knowledge, governments destroy freedom, the major media destroy information and religions destroy spirituality.”

The 2.5 Million Dollar Bra

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Available Today, The New Polaroid Z340 Instant Digital Camera Reinvents Instant Photography for the Digital Age, Marrying the Flexibility and Convenience of a Digital Camera with the Classic Polaroid Instant Experience.

The Z340 Instant DigitalCamera, features a 14-megapixel image sensor and integrated ZINK printer. The Polaroid Z340 also pays homage to its analogue predecessors, yet contains an advanced, easy-to-use digital feature set, says the manufacturer. Simply snap, check out images on the Z340 cameras 2.7 LCD screen and choose photos for printing.

With a price tag of $299 USD, for those interested, it can be purchased here.

An ad for Marc Jacobs’ new fragrance “Oh, Lola!” featuring a 17-year-old Dakota Fanning was banned by a UK regulator for sexualizing a child.

Do you think the ad’s inappropriate?

WB Launches Oscar Consideration Ad for Harry Potter 7.2

Further Proof All Movie Posters Are the Same

Occupy Wall Street activists clash with police every week; many are injured and media attention to the cause grows but what seems to have been forgotten is the trauma that the incidents cause police horses.

The NYPD are riding horses into stressful and chaotic situations. Thousands of screaming activists waving signs and banners clash with armored police with pepper spray and bull horns and police horses are caught in the middle. This is not an environment that horses should be forced into on a daily basis.

Horses in these situations become extremely agitated and all the stress and excitement can lead to serious injuries. In 2010, the NYPD euthanized two horses for abscessed and swollen leg injuries which made it nearly impossible for them to travel.

The stress on these horses is not only physical but mental. There are numerous cases around the world of police horses becoming so overwhelmed during mass protests that they become uncontrollable, trampling and biting police and protesters. The only solution is to ask police to end the use of police horses.

Help convince the NYPD to not use police horses when confronting crowds at Occupy Wall Street demonstrations by signing this petition today.

People’s Sexiest Man Alive candidate andCommunity star Joel McHale records himself making a mundane activity look sexy.

Several of his sexy co-stars stop by to help him out.

Requiem for a Dream director Darren Aronofsky knows a thing or two about scaring the ever-living drug use out of the average moviegoer. Which is probably why he was tapped to direct a handful of anti-meth PSA for the Meth Project.

In case you were toying with the idea of getting into the glamorous world of meth use, these spots will likely help dissuade you of that.

See the rest below:

Close your eyes. Close your eyes. Close… your… eyes. You’re safe. You can relax. I’m not going to kiss you. He’s gonna be so sorry he lost you, so stop worrying. Forget the past. Forget the pain. And remember what an incredible woman you are. You do that and he’ll realize what he lost. – The Wedding Date

I’d rather fight with you than make love with anyone else. – The Wedding Date

The hardest thing is loving someone and then having the courage to let them love you back. But if you know her shit and she knows yours, and at the end of the day if you still would rather give up than try, nothings ever going to be worth it. Maybe think about it this way… you go back, you get to spend the rest of your life having really great makeup sex. - The Wedding Date

Kat Ellis: You know what pisses me off? I’ve been spilling my guts all weekend and I don’t know a thing about you.
Nick Mercer: I’m allergic to fabric softener. I majored in comparative literature at Brown. I hate anchovies. And I think I’d miss you even if we never met.

The deep pain that is felt at the death of every friendly soul arises from the feeling that there is in every individual something which is inexpressible, peculiar to him alone, and is therefore, absolutly and irretrievably lost.

Strange, wasn’t it, longing to tell the dead person you’re grieving for how sad you are?

I’d be sad that I never held your hand as you were lowered
But you never did learn to let it go
I’d be sad that I never held your hand as you were lowered
But I’d understand the world does what it does

What did you say to the people who had given you life, when you were about to intentionally throw that gift away?
You didn’t. You didn’t say anything because they’d read between the lines for what you left out, and believe that it was all their fault.

When my mother didn’t come back I realized that any moment could be the last. Nothing in life should simply be a passage from one place to another. Each walk should be taken as if it is the only thing you have left. You can demand something like this of yourself as an unattainable ideal. After that, you have to remind yourself about it every time you’re sloppy about something. For me that means 250 times a day.

You grieve at the level you loved.

When we die, we will turn into songs, and we will hear each other and remember each other.

Never part without loving words to think of during your absence. It may be that you will not meet again in this life.

But I’ll whisper that I love this man, now and for forever
To your soul as it floats out of the window
To the world that you turned your back on
To the world that never really let you go

You can be as mad as a mad dog at the way things went. You could swear, curse the fates, but when it comes to the end, you have to let go.

It’s possible to go on, no matter how impossible it seems, and that in time, the grief … lessens. It may not go away completely, but after a while it’s not so overwhelming.

You never know when a conversation may be the last one you will ever have.

When someone dies, it feels like the hole in your gum when a tooth falls out. You can chew, you can eat, you have plenty of other teeth, but your tongue keeps going back to that empty place, where all the nerve endings are still a little raw.

‘Life has to end,’ she said. ‘Love doesn’t.’

Death is just another path… one that we all must take. – Gandalf

You are in some songs that still get played on the radio when the DJ is feeling nostalgic.

You are in a book you once lent me (never returned) with yellowed pages.

You are in trees when I touch them, even ones without names carved into them.

You are in the way someone on the street laughs as I pass them.

You are in a box I keep filled with letters.

You are in a ring I no longer wear.

And, every day, you each get a moment to haunt me.

Buildings crumble. People die. Friends move away. But your memory of them will always stand. And they will be as real there, inside you, as they were when they were standing next to you.

“Alice: How long is forever?

White Rabbit: Sometimes, just one second.”

— Lewis Carroll

Dedications by Lemony Snicket

In order, each book in A Series of Unfortunate Events:

To Beatrice -
darling, dearest, dead.

For Beatrice -
My love for you shall live forever.
You, however, did not.

For Beatrice -
I would much prefer it if you were alive and well.

To Beatrice -
My love flew like a butterfly
Until death swooped down like a bat
As the poet Emma Montana McElroy said:
“That’s the end of that.”

For Beatrice -
You will always be in my heart,
In my mind,
And in your grave.

For Beatrice -
When we met my life began,
Soon afterward, yours ended.

For Beatrice -
When we were together I felt breathless.
Now you are.

For Beatrice -
Summer without you is as cold as winter.
Winter without you is even colder.

For Beatrice -
Our love broke my heart,
and stopped yours.

For Beatrice -
When we first met, you were pretty, and I was lonely.
Now I am pretty lonely.

For Beatrice -
Dead women tell no tales.
Sad men write them down.

For Beatrice -
No one could extinguish my love,
or your house.

For Beatrice -
I cherished, you perished.
The world’s been nightmarished

For Beatrice -
We are like boats passing in the night -
particularly you.

To Beatrice,
and
From Her

 

“The dead are never exactly seen by the living, but many people seem acutely aware of something changed around them. They speak of a chill in the air. The mates of the deceased wake from dreams and see a figure standing at the end of thier bed, or in a doorway, or boarding, phantomlike, a city bus.”

— Alice Sebold

When King Lear dies in Act V, do you know what Shakespeare has written? He’s written “He dies.” That’s all, nothing more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is “He dies.” It takes Shakespeare, a genius, to come up with “He dies.” And yet every time I read those two words, I find myself overwhelmed with dysphoria. And I know it’s only natural to be sad, but not because of the words “He dies,” but because of the life we saw prior to the words. I’ve lived all five of my acts, Mahoney, and I am not asking you to be happy that I must go. I’m only asking that you turn the page, continue reading… and let the next story begin. And if anyone asks what became of me, you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple and modest “He died.”

I feel your absence.

They say that people who live next to waterfalls don’t hear the water. It was terrible at first. We couldn’t stand to be in the house for more than a few hours at a time. The first two weeks were filled with nights of intermittent sleep and quarreling for the sake of being heard over the water. We fought so much just to remind ourselves that we were in love, and not in hate. But the next weeks were a little better. It was possible to sleep a few good hours each night and eat in only mild discomfort. [We] still cursed the water, but less frequently, and with less fury. Her attacks on me also quieted. It’s your fault, she would say. You wanted to live here. Life continued, as life continues, and time passed, as time passes, and after a little more than two months: Do you hear that? I asked her one of the rare mornings we sat at the table together. Hear it? I put down my coffee and rose from my chair. You hear that thing? What thing? she asked. Exactly! I said, running outside to pump my fist at the waterfall. Exactly! We danced, throwing handfuls of water in the air, hearing nothing at all. We alternated hugs of forgiveness and shouts of human triumph at the water. Who wins the day? Who wins the day, waterfall? We do! We do! And this is what living next to a waterfall is like. Every widow wakes one morning, perhaps after years of pure and unwavering grieving, to realize she slept a good night’s sleep and will be able to eat breakfast, and doesn’t hear her husband’s ghost all the time, but only some of the time. Her grief is replaced with a useful sadness. Every parent who loses a child finds a way to laugh again. The timbre begins to fade. The edge dulls. The hurt lessens. Every love is carved from loss. Mine was. Yours is. Your great-great-great-grandchildren’s will be. But we learn to live in that love.

Good Mourning

Grief may be a thing we all have in common, but it looks different on everyone.

It isn’t just death we have to grieve. It’s life, it’s loss, it’s change. And when you wonder why it has to be so hard sometimes…it has to hurt so bad…the thing you have to remember is that it can turn on a dime.

Grief comes in its own time for everyone, in its own way. So the best we can do, the best anyone can do is try for honesty. The really hard thing, the very worst part of grief is that you can’t control it. The best we can do is to let ourselves feel it when it comes. And let it go when we can. No, the very worst part is that the very minute you think you’re past it, it starts all over again. And always… EVERY TIME… it takes your breath away. 

But really, all we want, and I speak for the entire human race here, is contact. Someone to let us know that we aren’t alone. That the world isn’t a dream and you and I really are happening at the same time, even if it’s not in the same place. That this is real. You’re really there. I’m really here. We’re real. This is real.

The Hi-hello-how-are-you?’s. The I’m-fine-and-you?’s. The slight nod of the head. The threads that bind you to everyone else. It’s coded language for a constant reassurance:

“I’m alive. You’re alive too.”

You can love someone so much…But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.

There is some love that will not  go away

At first we are so busy—so much to do, people to talk with, arrangements to make.

 

Then come the quiet times, and in some ways they are harder to bear. Our loneliness stares out at us from the mirror. All the places we used to go to together, we go to alone. Even if we go with someone else, the gap is still there.

In defense, we may start to hurry about, hoping that by keeping ourselves so busy, maybe we won’t notice how much it hurts.

It’s good to It ibs good to be active, of course. We do need other people, and activities in which to involve ourselves. But don’t make the mistake of doing this to hide from grief. It will find us in the end and demand its hearing.

To inhabit the province of grief for a while is, oddly enough, its own comfort. It is, for a period, our home, it is where we belong, and we ned to rest there in quiet and at leisure until we understand its spaces and its meaning.

 

Then we can move on.

Every night in my dreams
I see you. I feel you.
That is how I know you go on.

Jagger in happier times.

Two men are facing extortion charges after stealing an English bulldog and holding him for ransom before eventually killing him.

Jesse James Clark and Johnny Lee Norton stole Jagger from the home where he lived with a partially paralyzed woman in a wheelchair. The two attempted to extort a ransom of $1,000 and some pain pills from Jagger’s owner through text messages and threatening calls. Luckily for police, the two criminals were also idiots and used their own personal cell phone to send incriminating texts such as, “If you don’t do exactly as you’re told the next few messages will be of your friend slowly getting tortured to death.” Unfortunately for Jagger, his owner was too scared to go to the police so no one stepped in until it was too late.

Twenty days after Jagger was dognapped, a passerby reported seeing Jagger’s lifeless body near the town train tracks. After news of case was published, a witness came forward to turn in the truly evil pair.

Both the suspects are being held on possession of stolen property and extortion. The police have assured an upset community that, pending a full investigation into Jagger’s cause of death, more serious charges of animal cruelty may be handed down as well.

The complete 8 movie collection is finally coming out next Friday and Amazon is offering it for 50% off the $98.92 list price (or Blu-ray for $79.99, 43% off the $139.99 list price).

If you’ve waited for all of the films to be released in one convenient (and inexpensive) package, now is the time to buy, especially considering WB’s move to pull them all in December.