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The Godfather: Part II (1974) dir. Francis Ford Coppola
Albert Bierstadt - Nocturnal cloud study
Street in Paris by Edouard Castres - 1872
Crayfishing by Nikolai Petrovich Bogdanov-Belsky
Moonlight, Starlight, Atlantic Ocean by Frank Wilbert Stokes - 1902
Such kindness, one cannot help noticing.
Yiyun Li, Dear Friend, from My Life I Write to You in Your Life (Random House, February 21st 2017) (via dk-thrive)
How alive am I? How dead? How real is death?
Liv Ullmann, from Changing (via wishbzne)
Sometimes I wonder / if I’m really the best / person for this body.
— John Elizabeth Stintzi, from “Salutations From the Storm,” Junebat (via lifeinpoetry)
“Can I never escape this interminable mourning for myself?”
— Susan Sontag, from Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1964. (via xshayarsha)
Spring days smell of blurred memories–
Pentti Saarikoski, tr. by Herbert Lomas, from Contemporary Finnish Poetry: “A Fortunate Time,” (via paper-fairy)
Anne Elizabeth Sobieski aka Anne-Elizabeth Sobieski (American, b. 1971, Los Angeles, CA, USA) - Single Twilight, 2005, Paintings: Oil on Canvas
If the dead are watching, I want them to see us writing, dancing, singing, painting. I want them to see that we still reach out to each other.
Richard Siken, Editor’s Pages: Black Telephone (via paper-fairy)
I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year.
Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights (via paper-fairy)
I bow to the daydreams I buried myself in,
Hannu Mäkelä, tr. by Herbert Lomas, from Contemporary Finnish Poetry: “Dream On Happiness Number 5,” (via paper-fairy)