Pleiades, Max Ernst, 1920.
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Pleiades, Max Ernst, 1920.
Pretend It’s a City (Martin Scorsese, 2021)
“She’s a Good Skate, Charlie Brown”, 1980.
Here I am, almost ten thousand miles from London, surrounded by empty water. It’s a fine life on board a ship, but it can be a solitary one. We are men together, but we each stand alone.
The Crown 2.02 — A Company of Men
Di dove sei?
Av ma vivo a Milano
Song To Song (2017) dir. Terrence Malick
Everything is temporary.
3 words that completely changed my life once I fully accepted them (via 400eurojob)
A fragment of one of Ingmar Bergman’s love letters to Liv Ullmann.
im a social vegan
i avoid meet
Dino Buzzati
Certe volte mi manco.
i still dream about you all the time. it is terrifying to want someone so much. but i suppose it makes sense. we have only ever been vulnerable in our sleep. some of the dreams are terrible. i am spilling my guts to you, while you watch apathetically. you are always leaving. some of the dreams are hopeful. you text to say you are sorry. i am kissing you in public and you are smiling against my mouth. you stayed. most of the dreams, i don’t remember. but i know they were about you because i wake up with marks of my nails digging into my hands.
letters from drake’s ex; told you i got z’s for these other girls sleepin’ on ‘em, girl i’m sleepy (via lettersfromdrakesex)
chissà se in un'altra vita ci incontreremo-again? Ahaha PS: mi piace vederti apparentemente felice *
Perché non in questa? Comunque felice è una parola grossa, ma sono sicuramente meno inquieta. Tu come stai?
La mia Fanny è la donna più intelligente del mondo. Ho cercato tanto per scovarle un difetto; ma non ce ne sono. […] Sai cos'è la felicità perfetta? Starsene a sedere accanto a Fanny, dopo che Moe e Murray sono andati a letto, e ascoltare la radio. Se ne sta così quieta. Solo a guardarla ho il compenso di tutte le mie fatiche, di tutti i miei mal di testa. Sa ascoltare, da donna intelligente. […] Stiamo lì seduti, per ore, senza dire una parola. Quella è la felicità!
Henry Miller, Tropico del cancro, 1934 (via somehow---here)