from the old west wind

if you are here, you are meant to find this

[wetheurban]

You are no one’s backup plan. Choose people who choose you. Pour into people who pour into you.

[everybeginningasequel]

manifesting this genre of man because might as well shoot for the stars now

[everybeginningasequel]

I mean!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[everybeginningasequel]

I have nothing to hide. I wear my heart on my sleeve, and if this pops up somewhere and someone reads all these posts filled with my emotional turmoil then so be it. I am too old, too tired, too fed up to care.

[cinemawithoutpeople]

Documentaries without people: Rams (2018, Gary Hustwit, dir.)

[everybeginningasequel]

Ah, well.

Thank you. Next.

[geryone]

Red Ocher, Jessica Poli

[dailyworldcinema]

How am I to protect my wax-built castles of love from the devouring heat of your fires? ‘Նռան գույնը’ The Color of Pomegranates 1969 | dir. Sergei Parajanov

[inverse-galatea]

When performance artists Marina Abramović and her partner, Ulay, decided to end their twelve-year relationship—as lovers and artistic collaborators—they marked its ending by walking the length of the Great Wall of China. “People put so much effort into starting a relationship and so little effort into ending one,” Abramović explained. On March 30, 1988, Abramović started walking from the eastern end of the Great Wall, the Gulf of Bohai on the Yellow Sea, and Ulay began walking from the western edge, in the Gobi Desert, and they each walked for ninety days, covering roughly 2,500 kilometers, until they met in the middle, where they shook hands to say goodbye. At a retrospective of Abramović’s work in Stockholm, two video screens showed scenes from The Lovers: The Great Wall Walk. One screen showed Abramović walking past camels on hard dirt covered with snow, while the other showed Ulay hiking with a walking stick over green hills. The tapes were running on a continuous loop, and it seemed beautiful to me that on those screens, years after their breakup, these two lovers still walked constantly toward each other.

Leslie Jamison, “The Breakup Museum: Archiving the Way We Were”

[letterful]

[existential-celestial]

[everybeginningasequel]

I wrote about death and my mother. I don’t know if it’s the right thing for me to do. Frankly, I don’t think it really matters. But I love her, and I regret so many things, and perhaps if I’d just given her that love, and all the love I had in me, I wouldn’t have had to look for it elsewhere, and I wouldn’t have given it to others who didn’t need it as much as she did.

[petaltexturedskies]

mary oliver, from when I am among the trees in ‘thirst’

[tvandfilm]

Fleabag | 2x06

[everybeginningasequel]

anyway, wherever you are, i hope today has been kind to you, that there were few emails and things to do, that the ones you love have reached out or dropped by, and that you’re able to have a nice, hot meal of your preference at the end of the day.

i hope you’re doing okay and that today was a happy day. wishing you all the best, and happiness.

[firstfullmoon]

hanif abdurraqib via his instagram stories

[havingapoemwithyou]

poems from an email exchange by Hanif Abdurraqib