catili

A collection.

[uroko]

Daniel Řeřicha

[underthemexicansun]

The Ents are real

[leahberman]

rise; zion national park, utah

[thisobscuredesireforbeauty]

Katrin Schaake and Ulli Lommel in: Liebe ist kälter als der Tod (Love is colder than death), Dir. Rainer Werner Fassbinder, 1969.

[0therness]

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Love Is Colder Than Death ☩ Very Ill

[hn-yjournal]

Flowers on Burgh Island, May 2016

[leahberman]

grace

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[florencemachines]

Pride and Prejudice (2005) + scenery

dir. Joe Wright 

[catili]

‪Pride and Prejudice (2005) is still one of my favorites of all time. Just finished it again after many years and it was the last movie I saw with my mom. ‬

[catili]

Yesterday evening I met up with someone I hadn’t seen in a year. My ex’s step brothers now ex wife. We sat on her apartment rooftop with music playing and a bottle of rosé that we finished as easily as I would with a close friend. The sunset was vibrant as our storytelling I didn’t know that part of suburbia could that good from above. We laughed with a sisterly spirit of Colombian roots I rarely come across.

She talked about karma and how being with her ex felt like bad karma from a debt she had owed in another life. I’m not sure what debt I had to repay to my ex either. I said well, at least we were able to meet each other. For us both, hard truths and unexpected friendship may be two things that made it through those two weeds of men.

[catili]

Had the immaculate experience of not one but two rooftop sunsets this month and I vow to never take them for granted again.

[arunaea]

(by yasuhilodois)

[waxenneat]

‘Cold men destroy women,’ my mother wrote me years later. 'They woo them with something personable that they bring out for show, something annexed to their souls like a fake greenhouse, lead you in, and you think you see life and vitality and sun and greenness, and then when you love them, they lead you out into their real soul, a drafty, cavernous, empty ballroom, inexorably arched and vaulted and mocking you with its echoes–you hear all you have sacrificed, all you have given, landing with a loud clunk. They lock the greenhouse and you are as tiny as a figure in an architect’s drawing, a faceless splotch, a blur of stick limbs abandoned in some voluminous desert of stone.’

Lorrie Moore, What Is Seized

[sagebetweenthepages]

[glazedeye-s]

Temple of the goddess Artemis (Diana), located in Villa Durazzo-Pallavicini: Genoa, Italy.

[catili]

07.31.2020

In this last year I started keeping track of words I do not know and their definitions, I write them down across different notebooks or tabs on my phone. Words that strike me because of their sounds. Without realizing it I mirrored the actions of my grandmother, who in the last year has deteriorated immensely due to dementia. As a child I remember her at the kitchen table, the morning light streaming through the curtains. She read the paper and tried to understand the humor of the comic section and would often ask me to explain the jokes. English being her second language, she had a dictionary beside her and a notebook, pausing to jot down words and definitions. She was left-handed then and could remember my name.

[poetsandwriters]

Writing, if nothing else, is a bridge between two people, a bridge made of language. And language belongs to all of us. If I enjoy a poem, that just means I am recognizing within it something of myself, something I must already possess. Therefore, to love a poem is to love a part of myself revealed to me by another person…I really believe that writing is the closest thing we have to true magic. Where else, but in words, can we discover each other out of thin air?

Ocean Vuong

[dreamyfilms]

social distancing is something that can actually be so personal