i’m thinking of ending things (2020) dir. Charlie Kaufman
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i’m thinking of ending things (2020) dir. Charlie Kaufman
Bonedog
Coming home is terrible
Whether the dogs lick your face or not
Whether you have a wife or just a wife shaped loneliness waiting for you
Coming home is terribly lonely
So that you think of the oppressive barometric pressure back where you have just come from with fondness
Because everything is worse once you are home
You think of the vermin clinging to the grass stalks
Long hours on the road… roadside assistance and ice creams
And the peculiar shapes of certain clouds and silences with longing because you didn’t want to return
Coming home is just awful
and the home style silences and clouds contribute to nothing but the general malaise
clouds such as they are are in fact suspect and made from a different material than those you left behind
You yourself were cut from a different cloudy cloth returned Remaindered
Ill met by moonlight
Unhappy to be back
Slack in all the wrong spots
Seamy suit of clothes
Dishrag ratty worn
You return home
Moon landed Foreign
The earth’s gravitational pull an effort now re doubled dragging your shoelaces loose
And your shoulders etching deeper the stanza of worry on your forehead
You return home deepened
A parched well linked to tomorrow by a frail stand of “Anyway”
You sigh into the onslaught of identical days
One might as well, at a time
Well anyway
You are back
The sun goes up and down like a tired whore
The weather immobile like a broken limb
While you just keep getting older
Nothing moves but the shifting tides of salt in your body
Your vision blears
You carry your weather with you
The big, blue whale
A skeletal darkness
You came back with x ray vision
Your eyes have become a hunger
You come home with you mutant gifts to a house of bone
Everything you see now, all of it Bone
-From the movie I’m Thinking of Ending Things, based on the book by Iain Reid. Officially an unpublished poem by Eva H.D
La tregua — Mario Benedetti
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Mario Benedetti. La tregua. (via el-jujeniodeletras)
Mi estrategia es que un día cualquiera, no se como, ni con que pretexto, por fin me necesites.
-Mario Benedetti
S06E10 - “Good Damage”
i will NEVER get over Sarah Lynn
- When I get too old to take care of myself, I go for one last swim. I know I can’t make it back to shore. I’m too weak, too tired. So I just let the water take me under. - Eesh! Downer ending.
I think there are people that help you become the person that you end up being, and you can be grateful for them, even if they were never meant to be in your life forever.
Bojack Horseman (via larmoyante)
The weak breeze whispers nothing
The water screams sublime
His feet teeter-totter
Deep breath, stand back, its time.
Toes untouch the overpass
Soon he’s water bound
Eyes locked shut but peek to see
The view from halfway down.
Desde hace dos días lucho con mis ganas de dormir a toda hora. Jamás bebí tanto café, tanto té. Son estos mis pequeños suicidios silenciosos, sin escándalo, sin decir a nadie que no quiero vivir.
Diarios, Alejandra Pizarnik (via denisesoyletras)
Blast of Silence (Allen Baron, 1961)
Vivimos en una economía basada en lamer culos. El mayor problema de este país no es la corrupción. El problema es que hay mucha gente cualificada que no está donde tendría que estar porque no le lame el culo a nadie, o no sabe qué culo lamer, o ni siquiera sabe lamer un culo.
Americanah, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (via denisesoyletras)
me: i’d rather be single, i don’t need nobody
me: “sees happy couple on my dash”
me:
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