Fantasmi

[...] E così per sempre vivere.

[nevernlandia]

Crimson Peak: the house

[madgear]

When I was a young boy, my father took me into the city, to see a marching band. He said, “Son, when you grow up, would you be the savior of the broken, the beaten, and the damned?”

[xdolan]

― American Beauty (1999, Sam Mendes)

[hirxeth]

American Beauty (1999) dir. Sam Mendes

[daenerys-stormborn]

                                 HARLEY QUINN aka Harleen Quinzel                                    accomplice to the murder of Robin                                                    Total Wild Card

[lumpyspacesimon]

[ganymedesrocks]

Among the quasi-human beings of Greek mythology, the Dancing Satyr of Mazara del Vallo, in western Sicily, seems only slightly less lecherous than Pan. Pan was said to have danced with them in the forests and mountains. In this way, the Mazara de Vallo’s dancing satyr is not at all unorthodox even though, in antiquity, he might have attracted less attention, but because many of Sicily’s archeological treasures have been carried away to foreign museums, never to return, the dancing satyr, like the recently unearthed classical heads, restored and returned by Rome, is an exceptional find.

[lumpyspacesimon]

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切腹

[lumpyspacesimon]

Listen to the tales and romanticize, How we'd follow the path of the hero. Boast about the day when the rivers overrun. How we rise to the height of our halo. Listen to the tales as we all rationalize Our way into the arms of the savior, Feigning all the trials and the tribulations; None of us have actually been there. Not like you. Ignorant siblings in the congregation Gather around spewing sympathy, Spare me. None of them can even hold a candle up to you. Blinded by choice, these hypocrites won't see. But, enough about the collective Judas. Who could deny you were the one who Illuminated your little piece of the divine? And this little light of mine, a gift you passed on to me; I'm gonna let it shine to guide you safely on your way, Your way home ... ___________________________________________ Oh, what are they going to do when the lights go down Without you to guide them all to Zion? What are they going to do when the rivers overrun Other than tremble incessantly? High is the way, but all eyes are upon the ground. You were the light and the way they'll only read about. I only pray, Heaven knows when to lift you out. Ten thousand days in the fire is long enough; You're going home. ___________________________________________ You're the only one who can hold your head up high, Shake your fists at the gates saying: "I've come home now! Fetch me the spirit, the son, and the father. Tell them their pillar of faith has ascended. It's time now! My time now! Give me my, give me my wings!" You are the light and way that they will only read about. Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance, (With the) burden of proof tossed upon the believers. You were my witness, my eyes, my evidence, Judith Marie, unconditional one. Daylight dims leaving cold fluorescents. Difficult to see you in this light. Please forgive this bold suggestion, but Should you see your Maker's face tonight, Look Him in the eye, look Him in the eye, and tell Him: "I never lived a lie, never took a life, but surely saved one. Hallelujah, it's time for you to bring me home.”

[count-v-dracula]

Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night May become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms And the moon is shining bright Or crave another’s blood when the sun goes down And his body takes to flight

[sams-film-stills]

The Last Samurai (2003) Dir. Edward Zwick

[natasianart]

Take in a deep Breath of Spring by zooming into this more than seven-foot-long Chinese handscroll. It’s just one of the highlights of our bilingual web feature on Song and Yuan dynasty painting and calligraphy. 

[lumpyspacesimon]

And woe to thee Our life empty If we hold this dear Then lose our fear.

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[lumpyspacesimon]

A quanti uomini, presi nel gorgo d'una passione, oppure oppressi, schiacciati dalla tristezza, dalla miseria, farebbe bene pensare che c'é sopra il soffitto il cielo, e che nel cielo ci sono le stelle. Anche se l'esserci delle stelle non ispirasse a loro un conforto religioso, contemplandole, s'inabissa la nostra inferma piccolezza, sparisce nella vacuità degli spazii, e non può non sembrarci misera e vana ogni ragione di tormento.