[guillaume-en-egypte]

Pulse dir. Kiyoshi Kurosawa (2001)

[pierppasolini]

Maybe love arouses murder.

Querelle (1982) // dir. Rainer Werner Fassbinder

[tanyushenka]

People washing carpets, Tehran, Iran, 1967

[ovtro-deactivated20140831]

[furples]

so in love with these paintings by wayne thiebaud

[firstfullmoon]

“‘How does one hate a country, or love one? […] I know people, I know towns, farms, hills and rivers and rocks, I know how the sun at sunset in autumn falls on the side of a certain plowland in the hills; but what is the sense of giving a boundary to all that, of giving it a name and ceasing to love where the name ceases to apply?”

— Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness. (via booksnippets)

[readerwa1]

perceval le galois, eric rohmer, 1978

[is-there-a-song-there]

[soracities]

Andre Dubus, “Marketing”, Broken Vessels: Essays

[filmstash]

Beau Travail (Claire Denis, 1999)

[ddzzaaii]

friday night dir. claire denis

[wehadfacesthen]

Joan Crawford, c.1932-33, photo by George Hurrell

[lostinpersona]

Like Grains of Sand, Ryosuke Hashiguchi (1995)

[sacredwhores]

Marlon Riggs - Tongues Untied (1989)

[jacopo-belbo]

[elucubrare]

#the last line of the poem isn’t “there will be no other end of the world” #the last line of the poem is “warsaw‚ 1944”

[kaiayame]

“You learn from the part of the story you focus on.”

— Hannah Gadsby, Nanette

[soracities]

“They say that there are only three or four or five topics for literature, but maybe there’s only one: belonging. Perhaps all books can be read in function of the desire to belong, or the negation of that desire. To be part of or stop being part of a family, of a community, a country, of Chilean literature, a football team, a political party, a rock band, the fan club of a rock band, or at least a group of scouts. That’s what we write about when we’re given a free topic, and also when we think we are writing about love, death, travel, telegrams or suitcases with swivel wheels. That’s what we always talk about, seriously or in jest, in verse and in prose: belonging.” — Alejando Zambra, Not to Read

[perfectframes]

Rin Takanashi / Like Someone In Love (2012)