goatsong

nora, 22

[riverlarking]

[smsomah]

Morocco, 1936. Pierre Boucher

via murakuc.officiel on ig

[seasonofhorror]

THE RITUAL

2017, dir. David Bruckner

[theoptia]

Clarice Lispector, from The Passion According to G.H.

[birdmans]

[devilhoused]

you can’t give lana del rey more than 50 all time classics

[baerensohn]

[thelastgoodcountry]

Persepolis, Marjane Satrapi

[sunriserollercoaster]

either/or, elif batuman

[pre-raphaelisme]

Cassandra by Frederick Sandys, 1863-1864.

[hellohaters]

Barbara Kruger / Untitled (What big muscles you have!), 1986

[barcarole]

Wheatfield under Thunderclouds, Vincent van Gogh, 1890.

[murdermost-foul]

"The Irruption of the Pigeons" - Panos Aravadinos (1930)

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[rogers-carter]

Keira Knightley as Elizabeth Swann and Orlando Bloom as Will Turner PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN: AT WORLD'S END 2007 | dir. Gore Verbinski

[showings]

The real difference between God and human beings, he thought, was that God cannot stand continuance. No sooner had he created a season of a year, or a time of the day, than he wishes for something quite different, and sweeps it all away. No sooner was one a young man, and happy at that, than the nature of things would rush one into marriage, martyrdom, or old age. And human beings cleave to the existing state of things. All their lives they are striving to hold the moment face, and are up against a force majeure. Their art is nothing but the attempt to catch by all means the one particular moment, one mood, one light, the momentary beauty of one woman or one flower, and make it everlasting. It is all wrong, he thought, to imagine paradise as a never-changing state of bliss. It will probably, on the contrary, turn out to be, in the true spirit of God, an incessant up and down, a whirlpool of change. Only you may yourself, by that time, have become one with God, and have taken a liking to it.

Isak Dinesen (Karen Blixen), “The Monkey” | Seven Gothic Tales

[salmonhere]

the woe

[starlords]

“The second one, it was like we was both back in older times. And I was on horseback, goin’ through the mountains of a night. Goin’ through this pass in the mountains. It was cold, and there was snow on the ground and he rode past me and kept on goin’ - never said nothin’ goin’ by, just rode on past. He… had his blanket wrapped around him with his head down. When he rode past, I seen he was carryin’ fire, in a horn the way people used to do, and I - I could see the horn from the light inside of it - ‘bout the color of the moon. And in the dream, I knew that he was goin’ on ahead. He was fixin’ to make a fire somewhere out there in all that dark… and all that cold. I knew that whenever I got there he’d be there. And then I woke up.”

favourite movie monologues - Tommy Lee Jones in No Country for Old Men (2007)

[metamorphesque]

The Road, Cormac McCarthy