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if i look back, i am lost
YOU ARE THE REASON
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Keni
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Not today Justin
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@dustandthewind
Martha Argerich and Charles Dutoit.
My library is an archive of longings.
Susan Sontag
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Virginia Woolf’s bed in Monk’s House and Susan Sontag’s grave in Montparnasse Cemetery by Patti Smith.
Mutter, ich bin dumm. (Mother, I am dumb.)
The last words of Nietzsche after witnessing the beating of a horse and having a mental breakdown in the middle of the street in Turin.
Amo ergo sum
Ezra Pound, ‘Cantos’
This translates as ‘I love therefore I exist’.
How slow life is, how violent hope is.
Guillaume Apollinaire
Lovers by Giulia Bersani
Glenn Gould playing Bach’s Partita #2.
And randomly getting up in the middle in order to stare pensively out the window.
Complimenti, you bitch.
Ezra Pound to T.S.Eliot in a letter dated from December 1921 (via river-nymphette)
"Make visible what, without you, might perhaps never have been seen."
Robert Bresson (via serizy)
You have cancer of the soul.
The Passion Of Anna (1969) dir. by Ingmar Bergman
I know that I have died before—once in November.
Anne Sexton, from Suicide Note
Once I went to interview Jean Cocteau. His house was piled high with bibelots, paintings, drawings by famous artists, books - Cocteau kept everything and felt a deep love for all those things.During the interview I decided to ask him: ‘if the house caught fire right now, and you could only take one thing with you, what would you choose?’Cocteau said: ‘I’d take the fire.’
a journalist in Brissac, France
Au hasard Balthazar, 1966
(via avec-des-sentiments, ottiliee)