As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty, dir. Jonas Mekas, 2000.
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As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty, dir. Jonas Mekas, 2000.
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Marriage of Heaven and Earth | Norman Lindsay
i bet the pain will end if i arrange a perfect enough sentence about it
Did u know it won’t kill U to be a little ugly
Oldboy (2003) || Dir. Park Chan Wook
Cat paw prints in the medieval floor tiles of the 12th century CE St Peter Church in Wormleighton, England
Love Jones, 1997
Black Knights. Ink on paper.
Me, tears streaming down my face, sobbing, as I stare at the stars: it’s just so beautiful
The medieval peasant I went back in time to give a bag of Doritos to, concerned: what terrible and powerful sorcerers they must have in your age, to be able to veil the vault of heaven itself from view, as you say
Me, sniffling: I didn’t realize, I can’t, it’s so much, I, I… are the chips good, at least?
Medieval peasant, trying to make me feel better: they’re… magical, strange traveler
Useless is as useless doesn’t by Bob Hicok
"This is going to drive me into my own heart"
I’m often watching movies in order to see dead people. I want to see them again, I want to hear them. And so cinema is in a way a kind of shrouded post-death machine, you know. In a way cinema is a cemetery.
David Cronenberg (via The Film Stage)
Thanks for being nice to me I’ll remember you forever
maybe death isn't darkness, after all, but so much light wrapping itself around us—as soft as feathers
Mary Oliver, from "White Owl Flies into and out of the Field" in New And Selected Poems: Vol. I
my understanding and interpretation of Mary Oliver’s “Wild Geese” cannot be untangled from the fact that it was originally published to follow her poem about childhood sexual abuse, “Rage”
i just don’t think it was unintentional that these were presented flush against each other