ii , old shadow .

❝ i am as alive as my love & despair. ❞ despair has no wings , nor does love . no face , they don't speak . i don't move , i don't speak to them . * luca novak , affiliated death personified .  est. december of 2016 .  as told by vena .

[artonfilm]

La Jalousie, 2013 - directed by Philippe Garrel

[two-solitudes-deactivated201810]

— Rainer Maria Rilke, excerpt from “Letter XI,” Letters to Merline transl. by Jesse Browner (Paragon House, 1989)

[barcarole]

La Baie des Anges, Jacques Demy, 1963.

[emmorte-blog]

daisyspat .

❛       don’t    you    ever    feel     like    snatching    everyone     &    being     done    with    it     all     ?       ❜

shamelessly  ,  he  finds  himself  smiling  despite  her  morbid  thought .     ❛     would  it  be  wrong  to  admit  i’ve  considered  it  once  or  twice  ?    ❜    guilt  washes  over  him  at  once  after  his  confession .      ❛     i  was  much  younger  then   ,  perhaps  angrier .   ❜

[emmorte-blog]

delirous .

*    /    @emmorte.    sc.

     ❛      suppose  many  people  do  not  like  it  out  here.    suppose  you  don’t.      ❜    the night brings the woman just as much  elation  as an early morning would.    night was a different entity entirely.    a hidden place with hidden pockets within to keep secrets or to gaze at what blazing sun hid away from naked eyes.    there was so much to see.     ❛     but  look  ,  it  has  so  much  to  show  you.    the  night  likes  you.      ❜

he  fared  better  whilst  the  sun  was  out ,   when  he  could  still  pretend  to  be  something  he  was  not .     ❛     you’d  be  right ,  connie  .     ❜   nights  were  meant  to  disguise  the  skies ,  shroud  it   and   super  -  impose  its  slumber .  and  though  the  moon  enchanted  him  the  way  a  lover  would ,  blackness  only  sought  to  remind  him  of  what  he  truly  was .  black ,  sickening  and  all - encroaching .  he  doesn’t  see  anything  more  than  that .   still ,  her  remark  tugs  at  his  lips .     ❛     likes  me ,  huh ?    that’s  because  it  sees  itself  in  me .  dark  attracts  dark .    ❜

[emmorte-blog]

―   DEATH  teases  me  with  divine  morbidity ,  and  do  i  answer ?     /    indie ,  selective  &  triggering  personification  of  death ,  written  by  blue .     ( art cred. )

[rainy--blog]

more rain here

[lifeinpoetry]

how our bodies domesticate / disaster

Kristin Chang, from “a postcolonial portrait of the girl loving a girl “ published in Muzzle (via lifeinpoetry)

[odyssieus]

Artwork from The Lobster (d. Yorgos Lanthimos, 2015).

[emmorte-blog]

i  miss  having  dedicated  writing  partners  who  are  into  character  development ,  world  building ,   and  building  relations .

[emmorte-blog]

" a heart's a heavy burden. "

ONLY  AFTER  SHE  VANISHES   does  he  come  to  understand  the  meaning  behind  her  hushed  words  those  seasons  ago .   she’d  muttered  it  curled  beside  him ,  into  disheveled  sheets  of  his  bed ,  perhaps  for  his  ears ,  perhaps  for  herself             regardless ,  he  had  heard   &   at  the  time  didn’t  think  much  of  it .   rather , he  distinctly  remembers  the  addiction  that  was  her  presence  :  sleepy  smiles ,  sad  eyes ,  lush , extant  skin .   &  shared  melancholy .   

(                   they  were  ancient  creatures ,  time  was  small ,  futile  ,  until  it  quantified  the  distance  of  seeing  her  again .     )

he  understands  now ,  in  solus  like  his  essence  intended .   yes              to  feel  was  to  ache ,  constantly ,  boundlessly ,  without  abate .  it’s  presence  bears  now  more  than  ever ,  the  beating  mass  that  weighs  heavy  within  the  cavity  of  his  chest .  a  name  rings  against  his  ribs .  something  holy ,  sophia .

howl’s moving castle prompts ,  no longer accepting .

[fossaed]

AMY WINEHOUSE SENTENCE PROMPTS

i.   lyrics taken from various songs by amy winehouse. adjust as necessary.

❝  what kind of fuckery is this?  ❞

❝  i cheated myself like i knew i would.  ❞

❝  i told you i was trouble.  ❞

❝  you know i’m no good.  ❞

❝  nobody stands between me and my man.  ❞

❝  you can’t keep lying to yourself like this.  ❞

❝  nowadays you don’t mean dick to me.  ❞

❝  my odds are stacked.  ❞

❝  i died a hundred times.  ❞

❝  love is a losing hand.  ❞

❝  i don’t know why i got so attached.  ❞

❝  i should just be my own best friend.  ❞

❝  at least i’m not drinking.  ❞

❝  he floors me with dread.  ❞

❝  i wake up alone.  ❞

❝  he can only hold her for so long.  ❞

❝  she’s so vacant, her soul is taken.  ❞

❝  you’ll never get my mind right.  ❞

❝  i don’t catch your plan.  ❞

❝  my head is empty and the work load keeps growing.  ❞

❝  i can’t help but demonstrate my freudian fate.  ❞

❝  i don’t care ‘bout what you got.  ❞

❝  we all become what we once hated.  ❞

❝  i’m just a child and you’re full grown.  ❞

❝  he’s just too hard to ignore.  ❞

❝  our day will come.  ❞

❝  how can i tell her i love her.  ❞ 

[antigonick]

rarely-beloved a single star is uttered,and i think       of you

e. e. cummings, excerpt of in the rain— (via antigonick)

[teenspiriticons]

like or credit @Ieadersofmen on twitter ❃ request

[roseydoux]

L’Avventura (1960)

[oh--daughter]

Visit Original Link

[emmorte-blog]

There's a man with no face  just a blurred out portrait.

[marisatomay]

Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows [JK Rowling] (via alrightanakin)