Real Madrid, ni más ni menos..

No entiendo cómo todavía queda gente que no es del Madrid. Es como renunciar voluntariamente a la felicidad.

[igaia]

[quotespile]

“You can look at a picture for a week and never think of it again. You can also look at a picture for a second and think of it all your life.”

— Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

[zendayaupdates]

ZENDAYA for EUPHORIA (2026)

[022222222220]

When u realize who u lost don’t ever come back i won’t be there

[requiem-on-water]

Gaspar Zaldo

[lifeinpoetry]

The wound, / the past, is still bleeding.

— Saddiq Dzukogi, from Book Two, Bakandamiya

[mikimeiko]

A Real Pain (Jesse Eisenberg, 2024)

[brixuth]

“I don't wanna lose you, okay? You see how people love you? Do you see what happens when you walk into a room? I would give anything to know what that feels like, man. To know what it feels like to have charm. To light up a room when I walk in. But you light up a room and then you, like, shit on everything inside of it.”

A Real Pain (2024)

[bongjoonhoe]

A Real Pain (2024) dir. Jesse Eisenberg

[broken-asylum]

takopii... ):

[neko-mochi]

ねこもち❀

[sleepynneko]

[mochimikku]

Thank you Takopii.

[hapless-hollow]

I woke, and sat up, motionless for a time. Mildly observing, as death languidly snaked back into my veins.

Another day with venom in my blood.

Another day, poisoned, dead.

~ Helaena C Moon 

[rabbitinthemoon-blog]

“A wall grows up. I can’t speak or show you I’m happy. I know it’s you, but l can’t reach you. Do you understand? I’m outside that wall. I’ve shut myself out. I’ve fled. Now I’m so far away. It is strange. I want to be warm and tender and alive. I want to make a move. But you know how afraid I am of humiliation. It’s an everlasting misery. I’ve accepted the humiliations and let them sink into me. Do you understand?’ It’s terrible to be a failure. People think they have the right to tell you what to do. Their well-meaning contempt. That brief desire to trample on something living. I’m dead. No, that’s wrong. Melodramatic. I’m not dead at all. But I live without self-respect. I know – it sounds ridiculous, pretentious. Most people have to live without a sense of self-esteem. Humiliated at heart, stifled and spat upon. They’re alive, and that’s all they know. They know of no alternative. Even if they did, they’d never reach out for it. Can one be sick with humiliation? Or is it a disease we’ve all caught? We talk so much about freedom. Isn’t freedom a poison to anyone who is humiliated? Or is that word a drug the humiliated use to be able to endure? I’m past living with this. I’ve given up. Sometimes I can’t stand it any more. The days drag by. I’m choked by food, by the shit I expel, the words I say. The daylight that shouts at me every morning to get up. The sleep which is only dreams that chase me. Or the darkness that rustles with ghosts and memories. Has it ever occurred to you that the worse off people are, the less they complain? In the end, they’re quite silent. They’re living creatures, with nerves, eyes, and hands, vast armies of victims and hangmen. The light that rises and falls heavily. The cold that comes. The darkness. The heat. The smell. They are all quiet… We can never leave here. I don’t believe in moving on. It’s too late. Everything’s too late.”

— The Passion of Anna, 1969

[quotespile]

“Why do people see no harm in having children? They do it with smiles on their faces, as if it’s not an act of violence. You force this other being into the world, this other being that never asked to be born. You do this absurd thing because that’s what you want for yourself, and that doesn’t make any sense… I know how this sounds. You think I sound extreme, or detached from reality. Nothing could be further from the truth. This is real life. That’s what I’m talking about — the pain that comes with reality.”

— Mieko Kawakami, Breasts and Eggs

[fairycosmos]

i think my whole existence is a humiliation ritual