Floating Weeds (1959) - Yasujiro Ozu
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Floating Weeds (1959) - Yasujiro Ozu
Lake Ohrid, North Macedonia
障らない 愛で満たされたい
By MikkoLagerstedt
I learnt to accept myself, love myself and got to know my faults and unpretty sides, yet love and relationships remain being difficult. Through the years, I met a lot of different people and as times goes by, understanding love gets harder. I wonder what most people would consider a normal relationship. But whatever that might be, I´m fairly certain that it wouldn´t suit me. Pondering if going back in time would change anything is useless, things are as they are. Compared to my younger self, the things I look for in a man have changed through meeting different kinds of men. There were deep bonds, superficial meetings, non-emotional encounters or just physical enjoyment. Each and every moment was precious in its own way, but never enough. Will I ever meet someone who will love me the way I am? Will I be able to reciprocate those feelings?
“I always thought that life was about standing your ground, no matter how strong the current was. But going with the flow isn’t so bad after all. As long as it takes you forward.” - Nana Osaki
집으로 돌아오는 길
Like a habit, I think about the answers of questions that have never been asked. I wake up at midnight the deceased air makes me feel like I’m suffocating I open the window the wind breaks through the dark night air and comes in My heart starts to feel cold again for no reason
(銀山溫泉 by Lin.y.c)
If I like someone, I always keep that certain distance. That distance will make me imagine cute things I could do with him, things I want to tell him but would never find the words for if I had to tell him, think about ‘what would happen if’ situations and then imagine how they would end. All this helps me to write lyrics about him. Besides that, I don’t think there is someone who will make me break that distance, or maybe I don’t want to have someone like that. But somewhere deep inside of me, a very small part still hopes that one day ‘he’ will come, take my hand and tell me “Let’s run away, together.”
undo (1994), dir. shunji iwai