by avdidit
YOU ARE THE REASON
Jules of Nature
ojovivo
untitled
EXPECTATIONS
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Not today Justin

shark vs the universe

tannertan36
hello vonnie
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

#extradirty

if i look back, i am lost
we're not kids anymore.
trying on a metaphor

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𓃗
occasionally subtle
todays bird
taylor price
seen from Colombia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Brazil
seen from Morocco

seen from T1
seen from Malaysia

seen from United States
seen from France
seen from Türkiye

seen from Australia
seen from Malaysia

seen from Russia

seen from United States
seen from Italy

seen from Germany

seen from United States

seen from Vietnam

seen from T1
seen from Honduras
@mayfliea
by avdidit
Simone Weil, tr. by Richard Rees, First and Last Notebooks
season 1, episode 1: apéritif
Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Patricio Ferrari & Forrest Gander, from The Galloping Hour: French Poems; “I check for you in the wind”
[Text ID: “Your eyes blind everything, even the / night, your name written inside me.”]
Jenny Xie, from "Zuihitsu", Eye Level
3x02 || 3x03 || 3x04 || 3x05
the soft animal of my body loves violence and destruction. sorry
Leila Chatti, from Deluge; “Portrait of the illness as nightmare”
[Text ID: “Your heart hisses in its cage.”]
Guido Reni, St. Sebastian, 1625 Oil on canvas
Forester McClatchey, “Alpine Meadow”
Scanners - David Cronenberg 1981
Notorious (1945) dir. Alfred Hitchcock Rebecca (1940) dir. Alfred Hitchcock Wuthering Heights (1939) dir. William Wyler Wake of the Red Witch (1948) dir. Edward Ludwig Sunrise: A Song of Two Humans (1927) dir. F. W. Murnau The Birds (1963) dir. Alfred Hitchcock
— I'm glad your sickness, Marina Tsvetaeva (translated from the Russian by Elaine Feinstein)
The Illuminated Man, Duane Michals, 1968
...that face like a beloved face known long ago, and lost, and now returned, although I never knew him before, although he is a stranger, still that face which I have always loved before I ever saw it so that to see him is to remember, although I do not know who it is I then remember, except it might be the vague, imaginary face of desire.
Angela Carter, from 'Nights at the Circus'
I’m not casual I will kill us both