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[ works by pettey ]

a touch of sin

last life in the universe

light of a century

formal absences of precious things

nocturnal animals

perfect blue

nightlands

till the dogs get tired

your smile sticks a kiss

3 minutes of

body music

trust that particular flavor

all tomorrow’s parties

love exposure

future starts slow

map of the sounds

flow sweetly hang heavy

cheap and cheerful

vietnam , fishing trips , italian opera

are friends electric

come near me

put it in a fruit machine

you got your name in lights

[heartcountry]

the world is ending everywhere but when you laugh i don’t notice. we can sit together while everything falls apart somewhere else. there will be time for devastation later. for now, we can watch the trees. what were they like when you were younger? there was a window i used to look out of where one would wait for me. red leaves for most of the year. there are a few reasons why i don’t feel real anymore. the big one being that when people talk to me they talk through me. you are somewhere in my head and i am looking at you instead of them. it’s unfair to everyone else but i’m scared you’ll disappear otherwise. i feel so old lately but today i am younger than yesterday. yesterday i was 70 years old and i was letting you go for the last ever time. but today i’m waiting to meet you. i hope somehow you’ll know where to find me. i’ll be where the river is still. where the birds are mid-flight. where everything wants to bear witness.

[apurvaaaaaa]

This song called chaap Tilak has been on my playlist for ages and it was only today that I realized that it had been written by amir kusrao in early 1300AD , can you imagine a price of art to have survived as it is for so long?

Now that you've looked into my eyes, I've lost all trace of myself, you enchant me ,intoxicate me as I lose myself to you or rather you've snatched me from myself.

The song brings tears to your eyes just as you realize how vulnerable it is to love and perhaps the lover submits to the loved one but isn't it a power of its own to be able to feel the force of love?

Who is more powerful after all? The lover or the one that's loved?

Or does love , a force of nature really require power dynamics ?

[theklaapologist]

That’s my,,,, how to put it,,,,,,,,, that’s my mood

[lucidus-ordo]

[nathanielorion]

הבל | hevel

This is how it goes: God whispers in Cain’s jealous ear, drawing his attention to the Sin crouched at his doorway. Sin has haunted eyes and a mouth that has been kissed. Let there be no doubt that Sin has been kissed, with a wet-red mouth that may taste of blood or pomegranate or the electric crackle of a stoplight. Cain looks at Sin. He runs his tongue over his teeth.

This is how it goes: Cain leaves the house at one am in bare feet and a hoodie, careful to avoid the last stair that creaks, and treks out into the Field. There are many fields in the world but there is only one Field. Cain feels the difference in the grass when he crosses the border from field to Field, the way the grey-green blades stand up at attention in his wake, the way the dirt turns ice-cold and furious beneath his heels. The earth is good with foreshadowing. The tree of Knowledge has deep roots.

This is how it goes: God says, I will take you or your brother.

God says, You get to choose.

And Cain says, “When you split me and my brother in the womb, you did not divide us evenly. He got kindness, and I got longing. He got complacence, and I got ambition. I want to kill him sometimes. I think sometimes he wants to die.”

I have never made brothers before, God explains. That is how I thought they were made. What more do you want?

“I want to steal some of his kindness,” Cain says, and shakes his pocket knife out of his sleeve.

Back at home, Abel sits up in his bed with a start, heart racing. That was close, he thinks, that was a damn close one, and does not know why.

In the Field, the ground warms as blood seeps into the dirt. 

[heartcountry]

In Palestine,  a boy runs straight through his father’s ghost in hopes of becoming  a man. He tries on shirts that were left behind. Pinches in the extra fabric. His mother sees this and covers her eyes. There is a special kind of tired that comes with raising someone the world will give a quick vanish to. In Palestine,  a girl plays hopscotch with missing friends. Takes turns for all of them. Holds in the lonely and catches it every time it spills. In Palestine, the youngest ones are careful not to wake the sleeping dragon in the sky. One wrong move and the whole world goes to smoke. In Palestine,  the birds know when the worst is coming. They cut the kite strings every time. In Palestine, things disappear. First, dreams. Eventually, whole people. If nothing else, give them the eulogy they deserve. Bring the mothers the bodies, those poor bodies. No matter how ruined, no matter how far they’ve been undone. No matter how much of the world won’t remember their name.

Y.Z, In Palestine (via rustyvoices)

[abettertomorrow]

from neon genesis evangelion, vol. 12

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[lightofacentury]

absolutely losing my shit

[hayaosmiyazaki]

The road wasn’t that long, and I knew I’d be getting off soon.  But at that moment, I felt such warmth.

Fallen Angels (堕落天使, 1995) dir. Wong Kar-wai

[lightofacentury]

i don’t understand why this feels like the most intimate scene to me in this movie. Maybe it’s the way the shirt hangs off his shoulders and exposes his skin and collarbones . Or the way her hands delicately trace his shirt , softly touching his skin to find whats poking him . Perhaps the sound of the clicking of the lighter and the subtle crackling of the flame as it burns as well as the breath she blows to make it go out , that probably felt cool against his skin and gave him goosebumps. Or maybe it’s the subtle winces , the soft pulling away and the tiny exhales of breath

[headfull-ofthoughts]

"Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star. It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything."

- Haruki Murakami. South of the Border, West of the Sun

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gentle soft intimate touches

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[ dreamy electronic music playing pt2 ]

- my soul is tied to this scene

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[ dreamy electronic music plays ]

[kdr4ma]

K-drama posters redesigned as movie posters.

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[estelle-sim]

That's not the kind of face you should keep behind a mask.