[midsommars-deactivated20201109]

—Ari Aster, Midsommar (2019) Script

[talesofpassingtime]

When you are as old as I am, Prince, you will understand that there are few things easier than to live badly and to die well.

Oscar Wilde, Vera    

(via talesofpassingtime)

[soracities]

my night in your night / my sun in your sun…/ your forest in my tongue…

Octavio Paz, from ‘Axis’, A Tale of Two Gardens

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

“Your kisses along my arms were like tracer bullets. I am lost. I flow.“

– Angela Carter, from “Elegy for a Freelance,” Burning Your Boats: The Collected Short Stories

[finita--la--commedia]

I dread the time when your mouth begins to call me hunter.

Leonard Cohen, from “Beneath my hands” In: “Stranger Music” (via finita–la–commedia)

[adrasteiax]

(…) my heart, my heart betrayed me!

Arthur Rimbaud, from A Heart Under A Cassock in “Rimbaud Complete” [translated by

Wyatt Mason] (via adrasteiax)

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

The wound still bleeds, and I am far from being able to pretend that I do not hear the mockery.

‘The Red Book,’ Carl Jung

[aqua-regia009]

The Three Norns Winding the Rope of Fate (1910) - Arthur Rackham Illustration for “Siegfried & The Twilight of the Gods” by Richard Wagner

[sulfur]

[laurajschwan-blog]

Isn’t this ravens plumage gorgeous?

[addiehondowashere-deactivated20]

[experimentalcinema-blog]

Meshes of the Afternoon (Maya Deren & Alexander Hammid, 1943)

[dearestvita-deactivated20221122]

“—unless I am myself, I am nobody.”

— Virginia Woolf, in a diary entry, July 1923

[slandv]

[landscapemode]

Imants Tillers (Australia, 1950 - ) Kangaroo Blank, 1988 oilstick, gouache, synthetic polymer paint 78 canvas boards, nos. 16231 - 16308 installation 213.0 (h) x 195.0 (w) cm

[ophism]

[llovinghome]

Scotland

[roseydoux]