[fromdarzaitoleeza]

From Two poems by Mahmoud Darwish

[dreamcore-md]

[cache-e]

“I'm a master at speaking silently, all my life I've spoken silently and I've lived through entire tragedies in silence.”

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Meek One.

[anxietyproblem]

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Photographed by Martin Schoeller for The New Yorker in 2002:

 "I was hired by the New Yorker in 2002 to photograph Robin Williams, and after doing my research what stood out most for me was that he was a very physical comedian. I came up with this idea to photograph him swinging from a chandelier in a grand hotel room. Most publicists shoot down these kinds of wild ideas, so I didn’t tell anyone what I was up to, but rigged up a chandelier at the Waldorf Astoria hotel for him to swing from. When Robin got there and saw what was happening, he lifted up his shirt and showed me this enormous scar on his shoulder. He’d just had surgery and couldn’t so much as lift his arm. He was so disappointed! He really felt bad about not being able to do it, because he loved the idea and really wanted to help me accomplish my vision. 

Unlike most Hollywood stars, he was unfazed by his success and position. He talked to everyone from stylists to the crew, to the hotel staff. We ended up asking a maid at the hotel to swing from the chandelier instead, and I asked him to just sit there and read a newspaper, which I think in the end was an even funnier, more unexpected picture.

[Follies Of God]

[rpfofficial]

[ID: a photo of Robin Williams sitting in a mostly empty room reading a newspaper. He is perched on a coffee table with his legs crossed, wearing a red jacket and bright blue shoes, and is reading with an amused expression on his face. Behind him, a woman in a beige maid uniform is swinging from a chandelier and smiling. /end ID.]

[vampirecorleone]

“Remember this: ”Be it a rock or a grain of sand, in water they sink as the same.“” | “Even though I’m no more than a monster - don’t I, too, have the right to live?” | “Revenge is good for your health, but pain will find you again.” | “How’s life in a bigger prison, Dae-su?”

Oldboy (2003) dir. Park Chan - Wook

[spirit-of-east]

كتب عبد الرحمن منيف يوماً إلى صديقه "مروان باشي": لستُ معكّر المزاج أو يائساً، لكن لا شيء في وقته أو مكانه، أشعر أني بحاجة ماسّة لرحلة إلى مكان مجهول، وإلى الصمت، وإلى البقاء في الظلال المعتمة.

وكتب أيضاً: كنا نهرول نحو الأيام الآتية، كنا نريدها أن تسرع، أن تنطوي، إذ كان هدفنا أن نكبر بسرعة، أما الآن، نريد أن نهدئ السرعة، أن نتأمل، أن نقارن، لكن الأيام لا تترك لنا مجالاً، وهكذا يسيطر علينا الشعور بالأسى والشجن.

كنا نركض من أجل ماذا؟

والآن نحاول أن نبطئ من أجل ماذا أيضاً؟

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{Quotes:Nitya prakash/Richard siken ,crush}

[catchymemes]

[metamorphesque]

― James Baldwin, Just Above My Head

[thepeacefulgarden]

It doesn't matter what trauma they've been through. It doesn't matter what their ex did. It doesn't matter what their parents did/didn't do, or what their family of origin was like. It doesn't matter that they're under a lot of pressure at work. It doesn't matter what kind of day they had. It doesn't matter what mistakes, if any, you made. It doesn't matter what, if anything, you did wrong, or what, if anything, you could have done differently. They're not entitled to treat you badly.

[judgejudyofficial]

[emotional-emotion]

Seinfeld (1989 - 1998) 2.08 The Heart Attack

[freshmoviequotes]

Beau Is Afraid (2023)

[aheshmk]

"والآن والأشياءُ سَيِّدَةٌ، وهذا الصمتُ عالٍ كالذبابهْ

هل ندركُ المجهول فينا ؟ هل نُغَنِّي مثلما كنا نُغَنِّي؟

سقطتْ قلاعٌ قبلَ هذا اليومِ، لكن الهواء الآن حامضْ

وحدي أدافع عن جدارٍ ليس لي

وحدي أدافع عن هواءً ليس لي

وحدي على سطح المدينة واقفٌ...

أَيُّوبُ ماتَ, وماتتِ العنقاءُ، وانصرفَ الصَّحابَهْ

وحدي أراود نفسيَ الثكلى فتأبي أن تساعدني على نفسي

ووحدي .. كنتُ وحدي

عندما قاومت وحدي .. وحدةَ الروحِ الأخيرهْ"

مديح الظل العالي - محمود درويش

[cache-e]

“I’m always trying to convey something that can’t be conveyed, to explain something which is inexplicable, to tell about something I have in my bones, something which can be expressed only in the bones.”

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

[pdlcomics]

pretty sensitive