CASPER dir. Brad Silberling, 1995
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CASPER dir. Brad Silberling, 1995
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Love Actually (2003) dir. Richard Curtis
“A real aesthetic theory of poetry would begin with the absolute antithesis of the eternally unbridgeable gulf between art and raw beauty. It would describe their struggle and conclude with the perfect harmony of artistic and natural poetry. This is to be found only among the ancients and would in itself constitute nothing but a more elevated history of the spirit of classical poetry. But a philosophy of poetry as such would begin with the independence of beauty, with the proposition that beauty is and should be distinct from truth and morality, and that it has the same rights as these: something that — for those who are able to understand it at all — follows from the proposition I = I. It would waver between the union and the division of philosophy and poetry, between poetry and practice, poetry as such and the genres and kinds of poetry; and it would conclude with their complete union.”
— Friedrich Schlegel, Athenaeum Fragments
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Will I reblog that? Absolutely fucking not.
Will I save that in my drafts, never to be posted but as some cherished little treasure that I will take out and hold from time to time because of the little tingles of private joy it gives me?
Yes. Yes I will.
"I really like you. I wasn’t looking for anyone, to be honest. You were just my friend, but somewhere down the line, i realised that nobody gets me like you do. You understand me. You find my lame jokes funny. You have the same choices as mine. With you, i don’t have to explain myself. With you, i don’t have to be someone i am not."
"You are my ideal person. You are the right amount of caring and mature. You match my crazy. You are an early riser and I sleep late, but i love how i wake up to cute good morning wishes. You make my day. You make me happy, but i can’t be with you. I'm afraid of the idea of falling in love again. The last time i fell in love, i fell hard. All it left me with was a broken heart and a lot of sleepless nights."
"The thing is, i am not ready. I'm not ready to give my heart to someone. It took me so long to be okay, and the fear is what holds me back. So, even though i know that what we have is perfect, i am too scared to take a chance. I'm too scared to give love another chance."
Yes, I was infatuated with you; I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath — July 1950 - July 1953
“Do whatever brings you to life, then. Follow your own fascinations, obsessions, and compulsions. Trust them. Create whatever causes a revolution in your heart.”
— Elizabeth Gilbert, Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear
“This is what you have to ask yourself: Do you want to be good, or just seem good? Do you want to be good to yourself and others? Do you care about other people, always, sometimes, never? Or only when convenient? What kind of person do you want to be?”
— Charles Yu, Sorry Please Thank You
“when I pass through the fields, with my soul in the wind, my veins carry on with the rumor of the rivers.”
— Pablo Neruda, from “Blond Acacias in the Fields of Loncoche,” Book of Twilight, trans. William O’Day (Copper Canyon Press, 2017)