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you know i was like, at that event today, and there were so many people just like, living in their bodies and enjoying their life and that shit was un-fucking-believable to me.

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shrill: 1.04 - pool
you know i was like, at that event today, and there were so many people just like, living in their bodies and enjoying their life and that shit was un-fucking-believable to me.
Hannah Gadsby: Nanette (2018)
Marcello Mastroianni, “Così come sei” (Alberto Lattuada, 1978).
Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second. But then perhaps this is what lovers are.
Lee Pace’s just out here enacting the mood board for my fantasies of a provincial life.
Si dice che ogni persona è un’isola, e non è vero, ogni persona è un silenzio, questo sì, un silenzio, ciascuna con il proprio silenzio, ciascuna con il silenzio che è.
José Saramago, “La caverna”. (via punti-disutura)
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Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again. How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running until they forget that they are horses. It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere, it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio, how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple to slice into pieces. Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it’s noon, that means we’re inconsolable. Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. These, our bodies, possessed by light. Tell me we’ll never get used to it.
Richard Siken, Scheherazade (via therequiemforfireflies)