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@dre-ca
I saw the days of the year stretching ahead like a series of bright, white boxes, and separating one box from another was sleep, like a black shade. Only for me, the long perspective of shades that set off one box from the next had suddenly snapped up, and I could see day after day after day glaring ahead of me like a white, broad, infinitely desolate avenue.
The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
Chantal Akerman - La Captive (2000)
Jean-Claude Brisseau - On Sunday Afternoon (1966)
“It is practically always so painful for me to speak to other people.”
— Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh, August 1883 (via middecember)
Robert Bresson on loneliness.
“one must learn to live. I practice it everyday. My biggest obstacle is that I don't know who I am. I grope blindly. If anyone ever loves me as I am, I may dare at last to look at myself. For me, that possibility is fairly remote.“
Autumn Sonata 1978 - Ingmar Bergman
They said distance makes it easy But you planted your seed I’ve got roses in my lungs Makes it harder to breathe
Orion Carloto, “March” (via velvet-thoughts-and-honey)
dear sirs, please forgive me for put away philosophy, because of that I spent 40 years in darkness
Notes from Underground , Fyodor Dostoevsky
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
Egon Schiele, “Lovers” (1909)
there is a poem scratched into the walls of my throat no one has heard it but it is there.
Kai Cheng Thom, “A Place Called No Homeland” (via velvet-thoughts-and-honey)
I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.
F. Scott Fitzgerald // Flappers & Philosophers (via qvotable)
When Friedrich Nietzsche said: "from which stars have we fallen to meet each other here" and when Emily Dickinson said: "meet me at sunrise, or sunset, or the new moon — the place is immaterial" and when Franz Kafka said: "may I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air."
Almost. It’s a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe.
Joan Bauer (via quotemadness)
Masha! I’m meaningless inside.
I am not actually tired, but numb and heavy, and can't find the right words.
— Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer, c. November 1912
L'une chante, l'autre pas (1977)
