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История его служанки / The Story of His Maid (2026) dir. Vlad Nikolaev, Anna Lobanova, Nikolai Burlak and Ilya Maksimov

Sadly this series doesn't have official english subtitles at the moment, but there's one amazing person who's currently translating every single episode! Here's a link to watch this series with english subtitles: khuranaseries.blogspot.com

#cinematography #the story of his maid #perioddramaedit

the--framed--maelstrom

The verb ‘to leave oneself [se laisser]’: signature of the writer.

— Hélène Cixous, Selected Interviews

#non fiction #writing #helene cixous

dk-thrive

What’s a piece of advice you’ve gotten that’s been important to you?

I so love Richard Burton, and I grew up listening to his poetry recordings often. He reads a poem called “Desiderata” [by Max Ehrmann]. The first line is, “Go placidly among the noise and the haste.” I always try to remember that.

— Matthew Rhys, from "Matthew Rhys Confronts Strangers Blasting Their Phones in Public" in an interview by Lane Florsheim in wsj.com on May 11, 2026.

#non fiction #philosophy

ivyandbranch

Get a Library Card even if you never use it

#public libraries

skatesfullofsunshine

Putting books on hold at the library has the same thrill of ordering books online, but with the added benefit of not losing any money over titles I might not enjoy.

10/10 would recommend.

#public libraries

existential-celestial

“This heart, my heart, is small and the love, my love, is large. It travels in the wind, descends, loosens a pomegranate then falls in the wandering of two almond eyes, then ascends in the dawn of two dimples and forgets the way back to house and name. This heart, my heart, is small and the love is large …”

— Mahmoud Darwish, from “Tuesday And The Weather Is Clear,” If I Were Another (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2011).

#poetry #arabic poetry #mahmoud darwish

remusjohnslupin

MAKE ME CHOOSE ↳ @iwillnotserve asked: rohan or gondor

Gondor! Gondor, between the Mountains and the Sea! West Wind blew there; the light upon the Silver Tree Fell like bright rain in gardens of the Kings of old. O proud walls! White towers! O wingéd crown and throne of gold! O Gondor, Gondor! Shall Men behold the Silver Tree, Or West Wind blow again between the Mountains and the Sea?

#cinematography #lotr #peter jackson #j.r.r. tolkien

wellconstructedsentences

Fantasy is nearer to poetry, to mysticism, and to insanity than naturalistic fiction is. It is a wilderness, and those who go there should not feel too safe . . . A fantasy is a journey. It is a journey into the subconscious mind, just as psychoanalysis is. Like psychoanalysis, it can be dangerous; and it will change you.

Dreams Must Explain Themselves by Ursula Le Guin

#non fiction #writing #ursula k. le guin

schuylerpeck

“Little breath, breathe me gently, row me gently, for I am a river I am learning to cross.”

— W.S. Merwin

#poetry

literatureandtrees

-upstream, mary oliver

#poetry #mary oliver #non fiction

existential-celestial

“At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon.”

— Edgar Allan Poe, from “The Sleeper,” in The Complete Poems and Stories of Edgar Allan Poe

#literary quotes #poetry #edgar allan poe

wovi

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barthes

#philosophy #non fiction

expressions-of-nature

by Daikokuya

#photography #nature #wild life

farewell-to-lorien

This is the ultimate root of self-sabotage: the unconscious choice to perpetuate a familiar hell rather than risk the journey toward an uncertain peace. The brain repeats the pattern precisely so you can finally see it—and exit it. But first, you have to be willing to look. This is why people often will not change until the pain of staying the same becomes greater than the pain of change. That is what the trauma loop accomplishes. This is the precipice at which they currently stand.

Elizabeth Halligan, “The Unconscious Roots of MAGA Rage: Why Winning Feels Like Losing”

#politics