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I don’t much like to talk about my motives. But surprisingly… or rather, as I expected… The reason is the key in understanding myself…
That's something he'd come up with, right?
It’s hard to be just one thing and not another. Occasionally we become someone else, and that’s okay too.
— Fragments
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achilles and patroclus / andromache and hector / odysseus and penelope
A few times in my life I’ve had moments of absolute clarity, when for a few brief seconds the silence drowns out the noise and I can feel rather than think, and things seem so sharp. And the world seems so fresh as though it had all just come into existence. I can never make these moments last. I cling to them, but like everything, they fade. I have lived my life on these moments. They pull me back to the present, and I realize that everything is exactly the way it was meant to be. A Single Man (2009) dir. Tom Ford
Oh man. Looking at you makes me stupid. I get obsessed with the smallest things. How you look while examining your fingernails. When you stretch, the curve of your neck. The slip of your spine. How wonderful. How enchanting.
You look up. Wrinkle your nose. “Why are you staring?”
I get wordless. All tangled heat and longing. I wanna build a universe where we never get out of bed. I wanna crawl into your arms like ivy, catch your laughter from the air and spin it into a blanket. You make me feel like I’m moss on a tree which is to say you make me feel like I’m home and where I’m supposed to be. Around you I trap sunlight. I want to tell you the inside of the forest you planted in me.
Open my mouth. “You’re a nerd.”
Classy.
A few shots from the Moscow’s Pushkin Museum of Fine Arts (click images for a better quality and higher resolution)
Angels of the Woods.
i want friends with whom i can visit art galleries and photography collections, exchange monthly book recommendations, take long city walks during the night, drink cheap wine while listening to vinyl records, browse second-hand bookshops, spend all day in little libraries, sit on balconies and take pictures of the evening sky
Miss the boat, Ragnar Kjartansson
emily brontë, “stars,” the complete works of emily brontë vol. 1
[text: Oh, stars, and dreams, and gentle night; / Oh, night and stars, return!]