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Tokyo in the 70s

1970年代の東京

“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.”

— Sylvia Plath

2AM, I'm wide awake

Ceiling fan, Coldplay

Haven't heard from you all day

Tv light, the sound is off

I'm keepin' my fingers crossed

But all you do is put me on pause

I know, I know if I'm bein' honest

Then maybe we should call it

Is it love

If you only ever want me when you're drunk?

If the only time you ever think of us

When you're out and had a little bit too much

Is it love?

Is it true

If you say it in the middle of the night?

Or you're caught up in your feelings on a flight

If you only ever want me when you're drunk

Is it love?

Oh, oh

You don't want me like I want you

Now it's been a couple days

When I start to feel okay

Phone lights up, I see your name

I know, I know that I shouldn't pick up

But I don't wanna give up….

#lany #when you’re drunk

The Palo Santo smoke is curling in the corner of the ceiling

You′re breathing deep

It's a feverish feeling, I′m leaning on the steel and it's reeling

Before the leap

I'm tracing a map on your shoulder with my thumb

You′re numb

Closing the gap till the panic is the only thing we feel

Now we′re finding out that every other part of us was never even real

Put your hands on my neck and just pull me in

While you bend on my bed committing a sin

Doing the things that you said you would

Never even think about doing with me

I'm locking the deadbolt, killing the static

It′s almost dramatic

The sweat on your skin makes the tension erotic

The way you get naughty

It got me lunatic

Of your body I'm an addict

#saint vice #hands on my neck

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Um dos melhores momentos de Frances Ha.

“É isso que eu quero em um relacionamento, o que meio que explica porque estou solteira agora. É difícil de explicar. É uma coisa quando você tá com alguém e você ama a pessoa e vocês sabem disso. Vocês estão juntos, mas é uma festa, sabe? Os dois estão conversando com pessoas diferentes. Você tá lá sorrindo e olha para o outro lado da sala e vocês trocam olhares. Mas não porque são possessivos ou que seja algo sexual, mas apenas porque aquela é a pessoa da sua vida. E isso é engraçado e triste, mas só porque esta vida vai terminar. E é esse mundo secreto que existe bem ali em público, mas imperceptível, que ninguém vai ficar sabendo. É tipo como dizem, uma outra dimensão que existe ao nosso redor, mas não temos a habilidade de notar. Sabe? É isso. É isso que quero de um relacionamento. Ou da vida, eu acho. Amor. Parece que tô viajando, mas não tô…”

Garuda. Vinho e términos noturnos.

#Balinese tattoo

by Marcelo Lopes. Sou uma colecionadora de poemas.

#poemas #poems and poetry

Términos noturnos. Quando só um vinho consegue acalmar uma mente acelerada.

#red wine #términos noturnos #inner peace

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Fumika Koda aka Koda Fumika aka 幸田史香 (Japanese, b. 1986, Fukuoka Prefecture, Japan) - 1: Hotaruso, 2019 2: 昼さがり (Early Afternoon) (Hayashi), 2018 3: 夏めく(Natsumeku) (Signs of Summer), 2019, Japanese Paintings: Mineral Pigments, Color on Silk

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How can the spring rain That weaves wild, shifting patterns On the waterʼs face Yet spread a green, unvaried dye Along the mountain slopes? (from the Manʼyōshū anthology of Japanese poetry, tr. Edwin Cranston)

Whatever people do, they tend to get accustomed to images and sounds accompanying their activities. If every week you sit in the tearoom listening to the kettle singing on the hearth, you run the risk of starting to take the kettle and its song for granted. But a steady rain of early spring tapping on the window is enough for the great awakening to happen. You hear the kettle sing for the very first time, as the very first spring unfolds outside.

Listening to spring rain with (top to bottom): Kawase Hasui, Kankai Temple in Beppu, c. 1927 [source]; Kawase Hasui, Spring Rain at Gokoku-ji Temple, 1932 [source]; Tsuchiya Koitsu, Spring Rain, 1936 [source]; Yoshida Hiroshi, Spring Rain—Eight Scenes of Cherry Blossom, 1935 [source]; Kawase Hasui, Tochinoki Hot Springs in Higo Province, 1922 [source]; Kawase Hasui, Sakurada Gate in Spring Rain, no date [source].