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EXPECTATIONS
Peter Solarz
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YOU ARE THE REASON
Mike Driver
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@leosorry
The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant, 1972, Rainer Werner Fassbinder
Carol (2015) dir. Todd Haynes
ig: weepandforfeit
By Frédéric Ruyant
the word lover is so infinitely soft. So universal. So timeless. Two girls with awkward, hungry hands. A boy and a girl in the dark. Two men in empty light. A marriage of 40 years. Letters over eons. Sappho’s poems. The corner of a mouth. Lovers, lovers, lovers.
“I want a woman who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I don’t already know, and make me laugh. I don’t care what you look like, just turn me on. And if you can do that, I will follow you on bloody stumps through the snow. I will nibble your mukluks with my own teeth. I will do your windows. I will care about your feelings. Just have something in there.” - Henry Rollins
“But I would never kiss anyone who doesn’t burn me like the sun.”
— Jens Lekman, And I Remember Every Kiss