Where Angels Fear to Tread

[percyfraser]

BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY'S 1961 — dir. Blake Edwards

[antoniosvivaldi]

@pscentral​ event 33: underrated tv & film | Sabrina (1954) dir. Billy Wilder

"I have learned how to live, how to be IN the world and OF the world, and not just to stand aside and watch. And I will never, never again run away from life. Or from love, either."

[percyfraser]

SABRINA 1954 — dir. Billy Wilder

[unapologetic-autie]

Executive dysfunction in a nutshell

[tbhsully]

My Kataang heart was BURSTING

[metamorphesque]

My longing knows not of space nor time... Dracula: A Love Tale (dir. Luc Besson), No one has taken anything away…(Marina Tsvetaeva)

[ur-daily-inspiration]

[dalals]

Detail from "Lady in a Blue Dress with Lots of Jewelry" by Charles Beaubrun.

[subtleclassy]

[toiich]

Sound of the Mountain (1954), dir. Mikio Naruse

[birdsareblooming]

sometimes i feel like im climing up this incline again alone but thankully sisypus and the itsy bitsy spider and here with me

[birdsareblooming]

holy shit is that kate bush

[zagrebinaa]

[sageandscorpiongrass]

Goodnight, Laika.

Space Dog, Alan Shapiro | From Wikipedia | Laika, Sarah Doyle | Space Patterns Painting, Katya Garipova | Laika, Ben Florin | Constellations, The Oh Hellos | First Dog in Space, Brennig Davies | Are You Scared Yet, Laika?, Gus Gresham | Pillars of Creation, James Webb Telescope | space dog., Basil Sai | Icarus, The Crane Wives | Quote via. Oleg Gazenko

[sailor-moon-rei]

by anpxart

art republished with artist’s permission

[mournfulroses]

Anaïs Nin, from a novel titled "A Spy in the House of Love," published in 1954

[petaltexturedskies]

Michael Cunningham, The Hours

[batmanego]

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (clutches my head and remembers that poem about All my dead friends and the frightening door

[batmanego]

“all my dead friends” by marie howe

[trans-axolotl]

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I have begun,

when I'm weary and can't decide an

answer to a bewildering question

to ask my dead friends for their opinion

and the answer is often immediate and

clear.

Should I take the job? Move to the city?

Should I try to conceive a child

in my middle age?

They stand in unison shaking their heads

and smiling--whatever leads

to joy, they always answer,

to more life and less early. I look into the

vase where Billy's ashes were--

it's green in there, a green vase,

and I ask Billy if I should return the

difficult phone call, and he says, yes.

Billy's already gone through the

frightening door,

whatever he says I"ll do.