Notes

[celebrityschadenfreude]

Leave traces so future you can find you

[nevver]

What we’re reading

[celebrityschadenfreude]

Sight and sound on Xavier Dolan's Laurence anyways

[melancholy-introvert]

one day you’ll wake up at 11:30 AM on a Sunday with the love of your life and you’ll make some coffee and pancakes and it’ll all be alright

[celebrityschadenfreude]

how i feel atm

[celebrityschadenfreude]

currently being paid to sit on my ass all day

[filmgalerie]

Vivre sa vie (My Life to Live), 1962

Directed by Jean-Luc Godard

[marzipandildo]

Pedro Costa - Casa de Lava, Caderno

[celebrityschadenfreude]

Jonathan, call again Take me to Coney Island Take me on the train Kiss me while I calculate And calibrate and heaven's sake Don't make me explain

[melancobea-deactivated20180729]

E deito um cigarro meio fumado fora Para irremediavelmente acender um novo cigarro Impaciente até à angústia, Como quem espera numa estação dos arredores O comboio que há-de trazer ah tão talvez, quem talvez venha

Álvaro de Campos (via o-opiario)

[quotethat]

Often, when we have a crush, when we lust for a person, we see only a small percentage of who they really are. The rest we make up for ourselves. Rather than listen, or learn, we smother them in who we imagine them to be, what we desire for ourselves, we create little fantasies of people and let them grow in our hearts. And this is where the relationship fails. In time, the fiction we scribble onto a person falls away, the lies we tell ourselves unravel and soon the person standing in front of you is almost unrecognizable, you are now complete strangers in your own love. And what a terrible shame it is. My advice: pay attention to the small details of people, you will learn that the universe is far more spectacular an author than we could ever hope to be.

Beau Taplin (via ordereduniverse)

[feministlibrarian]

I wouldn’t necessarily mind people not knowing I’m gay, but I don’t like being thought of as straight — in the same way that I don’t mind people not knowing I’m a writer, but it would be awkward if they assumed I was an extreme skateboarder, because that’s so far removed from the reality of my life. But there is no blank slate where orientation is concerned; we are straight until proven otherwise. And if you’ve never seen how dramatically a conversation can be derailed by a casual admission of homosexuality, let me tell you, it gets awkward.

My Life as an Invisible Queer (via combefferre)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I want to be inside your darkest everything.

Frida Kahlo, from The Diary Of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait (via violentwavesofemotion)

[celebrityschadenfreude]

"My coming out story", Alison Bechdel

[celebrityschadenfreude]

“Household objects lost meaning. A bedside clock became a hunk of molded plastic, telling something called time, in a world marking its passage for some reason.”

Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides

[evilbjork]

[larmoyante]

No relationship can truly grow if you go on holding back. If you remain clever and go on safeguarding and protecting yourself, only personalities meet, and the essential centers remain alone. Then only your mask is related, not you. Whenever such a thing happens, there are four persons in the relationship, not two. Two false persons go on meeting, and the two real persons remain worlds apart.

Osho, Intimacy: Trusting Oneself and the Other (via larmoyante)

[4amskin]

[celebrityschadenfreude]

Lying naked beside you in that tiny apartment, it suddenly hit me that I was part of this whole larger thing, just like our parents, and our parents’ parents. Before that I was just living my life like I knew everything, and suddenly this bright light hit me and woke me up. That light was you.

Her (2013)