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Les Amants du Pont-Neuf (Leos Carax, 1991)
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Ce sont les rêves qui m'envoient. Les gens qui sont dans nos rêves la nuit, faudrait toujours les appeler le matin au réveil. La vie serait plus simple. “Allo, j'ai rêvé de toi. L'amour m’a réveillé”.
Les Amants du Pont-Neuf (Leos Carax, 1991)
the world's first kiss happened at some point
i want to be good.
happy birthday weed
Fernando Pessoa, from The Book of Disquiet
my dad is currently building a shelf for his power tools in the shed. beautifully poetic - without the tools, he would have no means to build the shelf; but without them, there would also be no need to build it in the first place. the snake bites its own tail. if the tail was makita compact circular saw
Wale Ayinla, from “Portrait of a Boy with Grief”
Sally Wen Mao, from “Opera Sextronique”, Oculus
Les amants du Pont-Neuf (Leos Carax, 1991)
Whisper of the Heart 1995 — dir. Yoshifumi Kondō
Heather Havrilesky, How to Be a Person in the World
Some inhabitants of the Unicorn Tapestries other than the unicorn
Henri Fantin-Latour - Roses in a Basket on a Table (1876)
Marjane Satrapi, Persepolis
every day i discover the meaning of life and then i lose it and then again a new day and i discover the meaning of life and lose it by night time and then again and so on
Glennon Doyle, Untamed
Louise Glück, from “Otis”, Poems 1962 - 2012
to love someone is firstly to confess: i'm prepared to be devastated by you.