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I now wield the power to transform a grocery store aisle into a canyon of pity and confusion And mutual aching to leave

mount eerie, “my chasm”

Sometimes it feels like You're simply looking right through me Do you think that's just the way it is? I'll never know Baby, I wish that We could just meet at a party I think we could have great chemistry If you notice me I can imagine You looking deep into my eyes I know that you're on the other side And now I'm dreaming Tell me you know me And that you miss me already Baby, are you with me, is it real? I don't know I don't want to be alone in my bedroom Writing messages you won't read I don't want to be alone in my bedroom On the internet waiting to say, "Hi" So I see you looking right at me Do I look like someone that you know? I'll never know Feels like I know you But all I have is your picture But I think that you look pretty good You know you do Feels like I miss you But is it really the real you? You say you're as real as it gets What do you mean? Tell me a secret Or something that only you know I just need to know a little more About you I don't want to be alone in my bedroom Writing messages you won't read I don't want to be alone in my bedroom On the internet waiting to say, "Hi" (Wishing, watching, waiting, for you Wishing, watching, waiting) I don't want to be alone in my bedroom Writing messages you won't read I don't want to be alone in my bedroom On the internet wasting time I don't want to be alone in my bedroom Writing messages you won't read I don't want to be alone in my bedroom On the internet waiting to say, "Hi! Oh my god, it's so good to see you!"

The X-Files (1998)

#the x-files #the red and the black #resist or serve #mulder #scully

I felt in her presence the fear of death a man feels with a woman who once opened herself to him and is available no more.

#john updike #updike #new york girl #licks of love

The Sacrifice (1986)

#the sacrifice #andrei tarkovsky #tarkovksy #offret #erland josephson

“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.

She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.

Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”

#lolita #vladimir nabokov #nabokov

Perhaps it is becoming clearer why I felt no romance when you told me that you carried my last letter with you, everywhere you went, for months on end, unopened. This may have served some purpose for you, but whatever it was, surely it bore little resemblance to mine. I never aimed to give you a talisman, an empty vessel to flood with whatever longing, dread, or sorrow happened to be the day's mood. I wrote it because I had something to say to you.

#maggie nelson #bluets

“Why is the sky blue?” —A fair enough question, and one I have learned the answer to several times. Yet every time I try to explain it to someone or remember it to myself, it eludes me. Now I like to remember the question alone, as it reminds me that my mind is essentially a sieve, that I am mortal. The part I do remember: that the blue of the sky depends on the darkness of empty space behind it. As one optics journal puts it, “The color of any planetary atmosphere viewed against the black of space and illuminated by a sunlike star will also be blue.” In which case blue is something of an ecstatic accident produced by void and fire.

#maggie nelson #bluets

'We mainly suppose the experiential quality to be an intrinsic quality of the physical object'—this is the so-called systematic illusion of color. Perhaps it is also that of love.

#maggie nelson #bluets

Zidane: A 21st Century Portrait (2006)

#zidane: a 21st century portrait #real madrid #zinedine zidane #douglas gordon #philippe parreno #los Galácticos

If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore, and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God!

Emerson