ravenson.

"I bit the hand of God and now he won't feed me either."

[neatwhisper]

i wanna feel infinite.

[neutralls]

“Control, it’s all about control. Every dictatorship has one obsession and that’s it. In ancient Rome they gave the people bread and circuses. They kept population busy with entertainment but other dictatorships used other strategies to control ideas, the knowledge… how do they do that? Lower education, they limit culture, censor information, they censor any means of individual expression and is important to remember this, that this is a pattern, that repeats itself through out history.”

Enemy (2013) dir. Denis Villeneuve

[metamorphesque]

― Elena Ferrante, The Story of the Lost Child

[text ID: To write, you have to want something to survive you.]

[nick-nellson]

10 Things I Hate About You (1999) dir. Gil Junger

[pothead-paisan]

obligatory post today

[boyd-stevens]

THE MUMMY 1999 — dir. Stephen Sommers

[fivendandelions]

DEAD POETS SOCIETY (1989) – dir. Peter Weir

[neatwhisper]

“What really matters is what you like, not what you are like.”

– Rob Gordon

[unaturalhistory]

Robert Smith photographed by Tom Sheehan, 1987

[neatwhisper]

Uncomfortable is a song about the connection you have with someone being tainted. The protagonist thought things were going well, but the feeling was not mutual. Even though he is comfortable with the person he has gotten to know, he feels uncomfortable due to the disconnect. In this lyric video for The Wallows - Uncomfortable, the feeling of the song is articulated through the lens of a young person trying to deal with the disconnect he feels from a past lover.

[neatwhisper]

Photos of the Smiths • (80s) x

“𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘱𝘪𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘚𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯”

[linkinmoon]

Franz Kafka, The Diaries of Franz Kafka

[neatwhisper]

Summer 1983.

Somewhere in Northern Italy.

[ma-demoiselle-cherie]

[bookshavepores]

John Keats’ handwritten poem “Sweet, sweet is the greeting of eyes” written at Keswick on 28 June 1818 in a letter to George and Georgiana Keats. The poem reads:

Sweet, sweet is the greeting of eyes And sweet is the voice in its greeting. When adieux have grown old and goodbyes Fade away when old time is retreating. Warm the nerve of a welcoming hand and earnest a kiss on the brow, When we meet over the sea and o'er land Where furrows are new to the plough.

John Keats Collection, 1814-1891; MS Keats 1, Letters by John Keats. Houghton Library, Harvard University, Cambridge, Mass.

[resqectable]

“I think it’s very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person.”

— Oscar Wilde

[flowerytale]

John Keats, from a letter to Fanny Brawne - August 1820