[mascarantears]

Conflicted mood

[timotaychalamet]

All About My Mother (1999) dir. Pedro Almodóvar

[escuerzoresucitado]

Did I Deserve to Exist? No, and so on.

[softestaura]

Alaïa Fall 2023 by Pieter Mulier

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Sweet and intense,”

— Anna de Noailles, tr. by Norman R. Shapiro, from Poems; “Spring’s Beauty,”

[yingtan]

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon 卧虎藏龙 (2000) dir. Ang Lee

[weltenwellen]

Anais Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1939-1947

[violentfemmesblog]

Romeo and Juliet

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“Pleasure … The very sound of that word suggests what it means. Pleasuuure, the way the last syllable does not want to leave the mouth, or the way it moves like silt toward some waiting delta, a place that gathers longing, a place where a heart desires to be buried, to be forever touched.”

— Greg Sellers, found journal entry, “Notes from Neruda’s Ghost,” 20 June 2017

[valendyke]

take my quiz and find out who you really were in a past life!

[fuckyeahmeikokaji]

Meiko Kaji (梶芽衣子).

Scanned from Shukan Myojo (週刊明星), Feb 25, 1973.

[eatmangoesnekkid]

“Coming home to your body (and being devoted and committed to your practices) results in your face naturally animating a softness, joy, and playfulness overtime.”

— India Ame’ye, Author

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I’ve never been afraid of loneliness because I’ve never felt the need to justify my feelings to myself. I accept the muteness of feeling too. I have huge respect for my own silence. I let it speak. I allow time to do its trick and lead me back to myself. I don’t want just anyone to share life and myself with me. But I want life. Life, at all cost. And I want to feel wanted, needed and loved by someone as alive in spirit as me.”

— Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947-1955

[probablyasocialecologist]

“We’re riddled with pointless talk, insane quantities of words and images. Stupidity’s never blind or mute. So it’s not a problem of getting people to express themselves but of providing little gaps of solitude and silence in which they might eventually find something to say. Repressive forces don’t stop people expressing themselves but rather force them to express themselves. What a relief to have nothing to say, the right to say nothing, because only then is there a chance of framing the rare, and ever rarer, thing that might be worth saying.”

— Gilles Deleuze, Negotiations, 1972-1990

[mothersofmyheart-deactivated202]

“However bad life is, what’s important is to make something interesting out of it. And that has a lot to do with the physical world, with looking at stuff, snow and light and the smell of your screen door and whatever constitutes your phenomenal existence from moment to moment. How consoling—that this stuff goes on and that you can keep thinking about it and making that into something on the page.”

— Anne Carson explains an idea that she and Alice Munro have in common (attachment to the physical world and the details in life), from The Art of Poetry No. 88, Paris Review  (via podencos)

[fayewongss]

kiko mizuhara by alexandra leese, heaven by marc jacobs zine. pt 3

[thelightstheyfall]