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@lacrima-a
I am writing to you from the end of the world. You must realize this. The trees often tremble. We collected the leaves. They have a ridiculous number of veins. But what for? There’s nothing between them and the trees any more, and we go off troubled. Could not life continue on earth without wind? Or must everything tremble, always, always?
Henri Michaux, from I Am Writing to You from a Far-off Country, trans. Richard Ellmann (via nemophilies)
solivagant
(noun) Defined as one who wonders alone, a solivagant is usually an extremely independent person, typically a loner, who has a need for freedom, adventure and transition. A solivagant loves, treasures, and preserves their solitude.
etymology: Latin, solivagus = wandering alone (from soli- + vagus wandering) + English -ant
(via wordsnquotes)
Les Cousins (1959)
I am always between two worlds, always in conflict. I would like sometimes to rest, to be at peace, to choose a nook, make a final choice, but I can’t. Some nameless, indescribable fear and anxiety keeps me on the move. On certain evenings like this, I would like to feel whole. Only a half of me is sitting by the fire.
The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934, Anaïs Nin (via funeral)
L’Eclisse (1962)
Au Hasard Balthazar (Robert Bresson, 1966)
The Smiths - There is A Light That Never Goes out
“I love the love scene. It’s very good. They’re not always telling each other how in love they are. Good love scenes should be about something beside love. Like this one.”
In a Lonely Place (Nicholas Ray, 1950)
me when im isolating: i really want to be social. id love to just sit down with some friends and have a good time. it will be very fun and i will have a good time. i should widen my social circle and enjoy what life has to offer.
me when im in public: there is nothing less id like to do than talk to these people. i hate every interaction i have ever had, am currently having, and will have in the future. i am not having fun, there is nothing life can offer me.
Screenshots from a documentary Talking Heads (1980) made by a famous Polish film director Krzysztof Kieślowski. In this film people of different age are being intervieved in different years of the 20th century. It’s one of the best documentaries ever made, because it deals with a great variety of issues and topics at once.
You have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness.
William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing (via soracities)
if you’re ever feeling overdramatic just remember that zelda fitzgerald once threw herself down a flight of marble stairs at a party because her husband was talking to someone else
nick cave’s voice is the acoustic equivalent of eating dark chocolate rum cake from a really expensive antique sheffield silver plate while having your ex-lover — who ditched you by the way — press a gun against your right temple at 11 PM on a saturday night when you’re home and everybody is out and drunk and nobody can save you
“’The professor of philosophy at the University of Bucharest who had the most decisive influence on the young Cioran, Nae Ionescu (1890–1940), was by the usual standards a spectacular failure. He didn’t publish any books, his lectures were often plagiarized or improvised on the spot, and sometimes he didn’t show up to classes because he “didn’t have anything to say.’”
mood
More and more I found myself at a loss for words and didn’t want to hear other people talking either. Their conversations seemed false and empty. I preferred to look at the sea, which said nothing and never made you feel alone.
Paula McLain (via chershorowitz)
I am more sensitive than other people. Things that other people would not notice awaken a distinct echo in me, and in such moments of lucidity, when I look at myself, I see that I am alone, all alone, all alone.
Henri Barbusse (via le-pleurnichard)
