Kept for Later

We are rag dolls made out of many ages and skins, changelings who have slept in wood nests or hissed in the uncouth guise of waddling amphibians. We have played such roles for infinitely longer ages than we have been men. Our identity is a dream. We are process, not reality, for reality is an illusion of the daylight — the light of our particular day.

[mariam-ramad25]

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[dreamstars]

[ohmelinoe]

© Christian Navarro

[toiich]

Breathless (1960), dir. Jean-Luc Godard

[mournfulroses]

Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Trapeze: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1947-1955

[hladky]

Nowra NSW, 2026 website / instagram / blog

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[requiem-on-water]

Philopoemen, hurt (detail) by David d'Angers

[mirrorsinner]

[blue-70s]

It's days like this where I miss you, dad, cause I know you'd have the TV on the news at all times, you would talk about politics and poetry, you would talk about our language and our history, you would talk about music and art, you would talk, and I would remember your voice again, and that would be enough.

- V. Blue

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Sympathy For Mr. Vengeance (Park Chan-wook, 2002)