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A new friend asked me where my wildness lives, and I remembered that I have a body. The clovers have taken over the front yard. I’m not in love, and so have no one to whisper this to.
— Taylor Johnson, from “June, DC,” Inheritance (via lifeinpoetry)
“The first time we said, “Hello,” it felt as though pterodactyls were flapping their wings against the corridors of my stomach. That day, Cupid didn’t have an arrow large enough to hold a love this size, so he hi-jacked a plane and flew it into my chest. You. You make me want to jump off the highest building in the city just to prove that I am invincible with you next to me. I’m saying like, don’t text me or instant message me; trust it’s important that I hear your voice today— it’s crucial that we speak today. And if I was to say that I really, really wanted to get to know you, it would just be an understatement: Me, I want to pour your thoughts into a wine glass and sip them slow with a straw like I’m on vacation; I want to light candles and bathe for hours in secrets that you’ve just never had the courage to say out loud— I’m ready. I’m ready to grab onto your dreams and jump in a pool head first just to see if hope still floats—I want to float next to you. I’m talking like, ten feet above cumulus clouds so no one can ever rain on our parade. As is the only card game we both understand is Spades— yo, let’s play and if I win, you have to let me fall in love with you. But if I win, all you have to do is let me fall in love with you. See, if I could, if I could, I would sing you a song. If I could, I would write you a poem. If I could, I would sample your smile and then let my heartbeat do the bassline: we would create the greatest love song of all time whenever we stand next to each other. Love, I was the only one made for you, and you can be “At Last” by Etta James and I will be the “Ooh child” whenever you’re in pain or you can be candy coated drops of rain although it never rains in Southern California. And we could be music, so when my friends ask if you’re my girlfriend, I’ll say, “No, she is my musician, and me, I guess you can say I’m her favorite song.” She has purchased real estate in my state of unconsciousness: she lives in my thoughts, and she visits my dreams, so I see her at night and then I see her again during the day and whether or not she physically passes my way, the day we met begins to play and rewind in my mind at least one time every thirty minutes; that’s like forty-eight times a day; that’s like 336 times a week, and she makes me weak in my knees and I can hardly speak, like that old school song by SWV. As I stand here like a deer caught in the headlights of her beauty, as she dances in my ideas and before she sleeps, it’s like she wraps herself in my memories and she serenades my soul with sweet melodies of her voice. She was the first girl to make my palms moist just by walking into the room. And even though her beauty consumes me, I sit back wondering whether or not I should actually pursue it. I know what you’re thinking: that I’m just some love-sick fool but tell me what would you do if you saw the most beautiful flower in the whole world? I mean, even if you don’t like flowers, but if you just saw this one flower that just took your breath away, a flower so beautiful that even the hardest of thugs would stop and say, “Ay yo, that flower’s kinda nice.” I mean a flower so beautiful that a mere glance doesn’t suffice because it entices you to get closer. Now, what would you do? Would you pick the flower or would you leave it there so that somebody else can see it too.”
Rudy Francisco; “The First Time You Said Hello” (via pigmenting)
ARIZA (1x25)
Why do you think Chewbacca is a character everyone seems to love and relate to?
Alden Ehrenreich talking about when he told his Nana that he was cast as Han Solo on Jimmy Kimmel Live! (May 9th, 2018)
i think both… i think one thing that’s fun about the character is that there’s so many things. we all sort of think about him as this swashbuckling, swaggery cowboy and yet you look at the scenes with leia and he’s pretty insecure. there’s a lot of dimension, i think what makes it he’s the most human, in a way.
alden ehrenreich in the ‘han solo’ hot seat
By an artist with the punk name, Selwyn Image. 1887. Of the decorative illustration of books old and new. 1896.
“Rise brothers and let us go to the City of Light.”
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Back at it
“you know, i just hate hiding all the time. feeling like everybody’s whispering about me. being afraid of people finding out i’m this freak.”
in a quiet breathing sun-drenched room, there’s a girl wearing laughter instead of clothes. there’s a man lying on his back, hands behind his head, looking at her with something so gentle in his eyes that she cannot bear to look at him for too long. she rolls over and he makes a soft “oof” sound as her elbow meets his ribs. they both pause a soft second as she settles on top of him. “hey you” she laughs. he kisses her mouth with his eyes closed, as light as butterfly wings. “hey” she cajoles “look at me.” he can only manage for a second, their eyes meet and an entire procession of moments pass silently between them. he turns his head away, smiles and sighs “your eyes,” he murmurs quietly. his chest rises and falls beneath hers. “i’m fucked."
FLORENCE PUGH The Sunday Times - July 2021
elia pellegrini
What do you think of the "revenge bad" tropes frequently found
it actually pisses me off sooooo much when characters are like "ohhh but if i hurt or kill the bastard who made my life and others' a living hell i'm just as bad as they are!" like grow up and shoot him what are you catholic
"but i'm too good to kill anyone! :(" i'm not. give me the gun.
If we leave now then we can have, you know, more than one starter.
About Time (2013) dir. Richard Curtis
