C H A O S

I want to drink moonlight and bathe in flower petals. To wear the earth, sleep in streams, and taste the stars.

[mind1997]

I think I have watched something I wasn’t supposed to watch

MOVIE REVIEW: "I'M THINKING OF ENDING THINGS"

(Note: No spoilers ahead)

Feeling low, nothing resonates with me; the weather mirrors my mood, and all my summer plans have evaporated into thin air. Turning to Netflix, after a lengthy search, I stumble upon something intriguing. The title seems promising, the trailer enticing, and the description compelling. As I delve into the movie, a surge of adrenaline replaces my initial apathy. Yet, what unfolds on screen leaves me with a surplus of emotions—too much adrenaline, too much anxiety. It's as if I'm staring at my own uncertain future laid bare before me, unable to look away or escape its grasp.

Time, portrayed in the film, becomes a complex entity. Is it a lover, an ex, or perhaps a relentless stalker? The lines blur, leaving me pondering its true nature long after the credits roll.

[mournfulroses]

Lee Young-Lee, from a poem titled "Furious Versions," featured in The City In Which I Love You

[mournfulroses]

Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written in 1913, featured in Letters To Felice

[lunamonchtuna]

— Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980 (via lunamonchtuna)

[literaryvein]

L. V., excerpts from the footnotes

[literaryvein]

[mournfulroses]

Rosa Chacel, from a diary entry featured in Diario, originally published in 1993

[mind1997]

When you are gone, Barbara, I shall die—for certain I shall die, for my heart cannot bear this misery. I love you as I love the light of God; I love you as my own daughter; to you I have devoted my love in its entirety; only for you have I lived at all; only because you were near me have I worked and copied manuscripts and committed my views to paper under the guise of friendly letters.

-Poor Folk, Dostoevsky.

[mind1997]

“Words should not seek to please, or to hide the wounds in our bodies or the shameful moments in our lives. They may hurt us and cause us pain, but they can also provoke us to question what we have accepted for thousands of years.” — Nawal El Saadawi

[mind1997]

Thank you @happenispridejoy and everyone who got me to 250 reblogs!

[mind1997]

“Words should not seek to please, or to hide the wounds in our bodies or the shameful moments in our lives. They may hurt us and cause us pain, but they can also provoke us to question what we have accepted for thousands of years.” — Nawal El Saadawi

[mind1997]

New thoughts, added to new impressions, would come pouring into my heart in a rich flood; and the more emotion, the more pain and labour, it cost me to assimilate these new impressions, the dearer did they become to me, and the more gratefully did they stir my soul to its very depths. Crowding into my heart without giving it time even to breathe, they would cause my whole being to become lost in a wondrous chaos. F.Dostoevsky- Poor Folk.

[heavensghost]

I told you from the start I disappear when it gets cold

[mind1997]

" Whatsoever first came into our heads we spoke of -- whatsoever came riven from our hearts, whatsoever seemed to call for utterance, found voice. And almost always, we were happy. What a grievous, yet joyous, period it was -- a period grievous and joyous at the same time! To this day, it both hurts and delights me to recall it. "

-Poor Folk~~Feodor Dostoevsky

[mind1997]

Feodor Dostoevsky - Poor Folk

[poisonintheink]

my broken pieces flow to your shore /

— ʀ.ᴛ.

[metamorphesque]

"The Brothers Karamazov", Fyodor Dostoevsky (translated by Constance Garnett)

[literaryvein]

L. V., excerpts from the afterword

[isaipoet]

a listener need a listener too—