Claire Keane
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if i look back, i am lost

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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@letitsoar
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Charlotte et Véronique, ou Tous les garçons s'appellent Patrick (Jean-Luc Godard, 1959)
Please picture me
In the trees
I hit my peak at seven feet
In the swing
Over the creek
I was too scared to jump in
But I, I was high in the sky
With Pennsylvania under me
Are there still beautiful things?
Almost every woman I have ever met has a secret belief that she is just on the edge of madness, that there is some deep, crazy part within her, that she must be on guard constantly against ‘losing control’ — of her temper, of her appetite, of her sexuality, of her feelings, of her ambition, of her secret fantasies, of her mind.
Elana Dykewomon, “Notes for a Magazine” (via themotherofrevelation)
Elektra by Adi Granov
Apaixona-te pela tua existência.
Jack Kerouac (via poetologia)
Black Narcissus (Michael Powell & Emeric Pressburger, 1947)
Más allá de la ficción, sabemos que Hipatia era una inteligente, carismática y valiente mujer. Probablemente era una profesora líder en su época, así como una importante figura pública en Alejandría por su mentalidad cívica. Mi deseo es que inspire a más mujeres a correr el riesgo, ponerse el manto de los filósofos y salir a la plaza.
Lisa Whiting. “Hypatia”. En The Philosopher Queens.
(via librosclases)
#paristexas #cinema #art #life
An endless rebirth
How many times will you be born in me? From fetus to corpse From corpse to fetus
How many times will l feel you kicking in my womb wanting to get out of me? How many times will l look at your face and recognize you in new being? How many times will I carry you in my arms and rock you as if you were my child? Not the other way round Not the other way round
Triste Louca ou Má - Francisco el hombre