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i still love you

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This entry was posted on July 27, 2012 by Christine Estima. It was filed under graffiti, love, new york city, photography .

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Christine Estima

Novelist Feminist Playwright Vegetarian Performer Pacifist Blogger Backpacker

I can't wear white without spilling something on it

Christine Estima

As a half-Portuguese, half-Lebanese, feminist, vegetarian, pacifist, fag-hag, novelist, hipster, atheist, shit-disturber, blogger, backpacker, playwright, bookworm, film critic, and lovertine, I began my journey of petulance and precociousness in the suburbs of Montreal and Toronto. I thusly figured I'd turn out to be a nun, or a writer. A few years at a Catholic school cured me of the first disease.

I cannot wear white without spilling something on it, but you'll still find me, most likely, in the fridge at 4am.

I mean well.

Currently living in Cologne, Germany.

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"Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self." -Cyril Connolly

"She lives the poetry that she cannot write." -Oscar Wilde

"The sole pleasure in love lies in the knowledge that one is doing evil." -Baudelaire

”There is, in the act of love, a great resemblance to torture or to a surgical operation.” - Baudelaire

"My heart was hot within me; while I was musing, the fire burned." -39th Psalm of David

"L'amour, c'est l'infini mis à la portée des caniches."
-Louis-Ferdinand Céline

“ What does it matter how many lovers you have if none of them gives you the universe? ” - Lacan

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Novelist Feminist Playwright Vegetarian Performer Pacifist Blogger Backpacker

Christine Estima

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