All The Books Under The Moon

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[drawnsnake]

The Jojamart Junimo

[raythefairy]

I see so many posts like “imagine being adrian and” and i haven’t seen ONE PERSON SAY imagine you’re adrian and your husband goes on a mission to save the world and comes back 50ish earth years later with an alien and they saved the world. Your husband tells you all about this planet they went to that had the microorganisms needed to save the world. And your husband named it after you. Oh my god that’s- oh. Oh you named it after what the alien called me? Ok. I guess. Still sweet, i wasn’t involved and you weren’t sure you were ever gonna see me again so i guess- the fuck do you mean THE ALIEN NAMED IT AFTER ME. IT WASN’T EVEN YOUR IDEA? YOU WANTED TO GO WITH MEDIUM ROUGH TEXTURE CIRCLE PLANET??? THE ALIEN WAS THE ONE WHO THOUGHT OF NAMING IT AFTER ME?????

[autisticlittleguy]

"Grace Ryland is Rocky's dog" is such a funny fucking dynamic when you think about it

Eridians are further behind than humans technologically right? They dont have computers, relativity, quantum mechanics, etc. In fact, Eridians probably dont even know about the Big Bang because their atmosphere would filter out most of the cosmic microwave background radiation we use to detect it. On a human timeline, theyre anywhere between like early-mid 20th century. Rocky's basically a cosmonaut.

So the human civilization is pretty advanced from Rocky's perspective. Rationally he understands this. On a conceptual level he knows this to be true.

But at the same time... imagine youre one of the first ever cosmonauts to make it into space. Then you meet a 10 year old alien dog who cant do 2+2 without pulling out its calculator. It forgets everything constantly and has to keep notes everywhere, like it basically lives in Memento (2000). Also if it doesnt nap constantly it gets even stupider. And you somehow has to reconcile this with the fact that this dog has a better understanding of physics than your entire civilization does. Like the dog knows how the universe started.

[segamascott]

[aquaheartgirl]

[argent-sz]

[bananonbinary]

havent you ever heard not to bite the hand that adds the garlic

[mournfulroses]

Rosa Chacel, from a diary entry featured in Diario, originally published in 1993

[allthebooksunderthemoon]

does anyone know if there is a French translation in the works for Bloody, Slutty, and Pathetic? I'm half-tempted to undertake this myself if there isn't, but my French probably wouldn't do it justice

[metamorphesque]

this is what it means to be human

Everything, Mary Oliver

The Breathing, Denise Levertov

A Prayer by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

The Laughing Heart by Charles Bukowski

Like a Small Café, That’s Love by Mahmoud Darwish (translated by Mohammad Shaheen)

Having a Coke with You by Frank O’Hara

Eating Together by Li-Young Lee

The Orange by Wendy Cope

The Quiet Machine, Ada Limón

To Go Mad, Paruyr Sevak

Our Beautiful Life When It’s Filled with Shrieks by Christopher Citro

Hammond B3 Organ Cistern, Gabrielle Calvocoressi

Peace XVIII, Khalil Gibran

Your Unripe Love, Paruyr Sevak (from “Anthology of Armenian poetry")

Here and Now by Peter Balakian

Ich finde dich (I find you) by Rainer Maria Rilke

The Thing Is by Ellen Bass

One Art by Elizabeth Bishop

Miss you. Would like to take a walk with you. by Gabrielle Calvocoressi

I Want to Write Something So Simply by Mary Oliver

What's Not to Love by Brendan Constantine

Where does such tenderness come from? by Marina Tsvetaeva

You Are Tired (I Think) by E. E. Cummings

Living With the News by W.S.Merwin

What the Living Do by Marie Howe

[theinternetarchive]

a few more great films that are free on the internet archive

in decent quality too!

first list, second list

aggregate letterboxd list, archive list of all the films

perfect blue (1997) dir. satoshi kon

carol (2015) dir. todd haynes

the elephant man (1980) dir. david lynch

a girl walks home alone at night (2014) dir. ana lily amirpour

d.e.b.s. (2004) dir. angela robinson

nausicaa of the valley of the wind (1984) dir. hayao miyazaki

killer klowns from outer space (1988) dir. stephen chiodo

mommy (2014) dir. xavier dolan

jennifer's body (2009) dir. karyn kusama

suspiria (1977) dir. dario argento

battleship potemkin (1925) dir. sergei eisenstein

his girl friday (1940) dir. howard hawks

cube (1997) dir. vincenzo natali

nightcrawler (2014) dir. dan gilroy

black orpheus (1959) dir. marcel camus

chunking express (1994) dir. wong kar wai

meeting people is easy: a film about radiohead (1998) dir. grant gee

the grapes of wrath (1940) dir. john ford

the black cat (1941) dir. albert s rogell

the tin star (1957) dir. anthony mann

[raya-sketches]

Emily Henry - book locations

[toorumlk]

Emily Henry novels!

beach read / people we me meet on vacation / book lovers / happy place / funny story

[allthebooksunderthemoon]

so I took her advice and ruined the friendship today

[angel-starbeam]

Mina Harker has a whole mind palace in her brain, and she constantly throws Dracula into the Train Room where he's hit by Train Facts all the time.

[tiffycat]

hot girl summer vs jonathans's no good very bad business trip

[whydoihurtsomuch]

[draculasweedsmokinggirlfriend]

A gap in my resume? Oh that was when I was trapped in a transylvanian castle with some weird old guy, dont worry about it.

[punchie-walkerr]

This is my first time reading through Dracula and I thought you guys were teasing about how gay Mina and Lucy are but WOW they really come out swinging huh

[sewards-phonograph]

*click, mechanical whirr*

Never really thought there was more to life than books.

There isn't.

But the bit there is is beautiful. And that was one of your chief lessons to me, Quincey P. Morris.

I record this –

*choking cough*

I record this with one primary purpose: and that is to celebrate your times, your life and your death. Congratulations on your death, Quincey. Congratulations on a death that has no doubt done you proud.

You died for something – for a woman's peace and a world's deliverance. That is decency, that is gallantry, that is you, friend.

When I think of your final moments, my mind never jumps to blood or snow or the madness that brought us there. No, I think of that grin, faint as it was, as death himself shook your hand and you looked him in the eye and called him "partner." You never hesitated; there was no philosophy to it. All you had was that dreadful clarity of purpose that both stung and made me admire you all the more. You died with the face a man packing up to go back to hearth and home.

And yet for the rest of us, the sun burns colder. The air is more oppressive.

You once told me that a man ought to live so that the world is smaller for his absence.

Well, it is.

*pause*

What am I now? I am lost, lost, lost. And you are not there to find me. You will never be there to find me, friend.

*click*