the blue nights could last forever

agnes. 20s. she/her. cat lady. björk. ffxiv. tlou. lotr. good omens. doctor who. sci-fi movies. landscapes. fashion. stuff and things, things and stuff.

[thepunkpanther]

TJ MIKELOGAN’S HALLOWEEN 2023 EVENT day one: a movie you watch every spooky season

↳ HOCUS POCUS (1993)

[byjove]

No, no. I can have one more shot, I swear. I won’t start behaving like a flamboyantly gay pansy stock character in a pre-code film again. I swear. You can trust me. Darling, you must trust me.

[feral-ballad]

Yanyi, from Dream of the Divided Field: Poems; “Landscape with a Hundred Turns”

[Text ID: “when I turned for you / and hoped you’d return to me, / was it I who left / and you who remained the same?”]

[ruhlare]

the feeling when you meet someone new, but feel drawn and attracted to them in a familiar way, when you immediately think "i can feel that i know you" — when you just realize that you were meant to meet (again). soul connection.

[gaveyouigaveyoui]

there it goes

[ninzied]

The other day, lying in bed, I felt my heart beating for the first time in a long while. I realized how little I live in my body, how much in my mind.

—Rodger Kamenetz, Terra Infirma

[theclassicsreader]

“No hurt I did not feel, no death / That was not mine;”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from “Renascence”

[scavengedluxury]

St. Stephen’s Square, Pécs, Hungary, 1969. From the Budapest Municipal Photography Company archive.

[carlaconnors]

Gilmore Girls (8x04) || Parenthood (6x01)

[flowerytale]

Christina Rossetti, from "Echo", The Complete Poems

[weltenwellen]

when hozier said "there's a part of me I'm afraid will always be trapped within an abstract from a moment of my life"

[tennant]

David Tennant as D.I. Alec Hardy in Broadchurch 1.01

[soracities]

“Night thinks it’s crying again and I keep listening to a song about autumn where an apple tastes like longing and every leaf in the maple tree tries to explain loss through a series of colors—hectic orange, indifferent red, a kind of gold that speaks directly to god or moonbeams and in the dark as I drive down wet roadways watching for deer, the only thing I can see clearly are the yellow leaves christening my windshield and I think how we are taught not to love too many, too much, the night, the darkness, and I think I am crying but it is only rain.”

— Kelli Russell Agodon, “Night thinks it’s crying again,” Southern Indiana Review (Spring 2021)

[andthwip-deactivated20220219]

Legolas, what do your Elf eyes see?

[metamorphesque]

The Starry Night; Vincent van Gogh, Anne Sexton

[paper-fairy]

“How soft is the velvet of your incredible tenderness!”

— Juana de Ibarbourou, Antologia Poetica 

[balfeys]

You know who you are. And wherever you go, and whatever you become…that will always be the truth.

BELFAST(2021) DIR. KENNETH BRANAGH