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realistically i dont think i fit in anywhere, but im just trying to enjoy life for what it is
I love a conversation where both people are just as curious abt each other
Trust (1990) dir. Hal Hartley
source? i felt it in my heart
shore of my life | victor m. alonso
dimming lights | Olympus OM-1 | Kodak Eastman 250 | 2024
“نَسيت مِن يَدِهِ أَن أَستَرِدَّ يَدِي .. طَال السَلام وطالَت رَفَّة الهدبِ Translation: I forgot to retrieve my hand from his hand .. the greeting has been long and so the blink of an eye.”
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.بيتُ مٍن قَصٍيدة “ ذِكرى الحب حُب ”. منصور الرحباني
“ Love’s memory is love ” poem. Mansour Rahbani.
heinrich kühn, teestilleben (still life with tea), 1908-1909.
“If you can’t do anything about it, then let it go. Don’t be a prisoner to things you can’t change.”
— Tony Gaskins
A bit of foot teasing in fishnets
A Woman Under the Influence (1974), dir. John Cassavetes
“There was a sound in his voice, some accent of emphasis, some lustre in the incongruity of his ideas; something immaterial, and unseizable, which existed and flourished and made itself felt independently of his words, indeed, often in opposition to them.”
— Virginia Woolf, A Summing Up
Rafael Guillén, tr. by Sandy McKinney, from I’m Speaking; “I Hardly Remember”
[Text ID: “I hardly remember your voice, but the pain of you / floats in some remote current of my blood. / I carry you in my depths, trapped in the sludge / like one of those corpses the sea refuses to give up.”]
Feast of Angels, 1992 © Nobuyoshi Araki / Courtesy Taka Ishii Gallery