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nihillist-blog

Before Sunset (2004)

hellboundheart

pauls-newman

after before (2017) dir. athina rachel tsangari

moonstoast

—memories

the milk train doesn’t stop here anymore by tennessee williams // holly warburton // holly warburton // memory for forgetfulness by mahmoud darwish // before sunset (2004) // calling a wolf a wolf by kaveh akbar // teodor axentowicz // anne magill // the song of achilles by madeline miller

drunkdates

pikslasrce

*flirting* sorry about the blood in my mouth i wish it was yours

weltenwellen

Mary Oliver, Long Life: Essays and Other Writings

derangedrhythms

[...] I’m so pathetically intense. I just can’t be any other way.

Sylvia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath: Volume I: 1940 - 1956 — Edward Cohen, c. 11th September 1950

flowerytale

John Keats, from a letter to Fanny Brawne, 27 July 1819

greeksblog

Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnesses To Flesh

almoststardust

“As we drive back down the mountain road we are sleepy from the heat, and so full from all the bananas. A tropical thunderstorm has started, so loud we can’t hear ourselves speak, so we don’t. It’s warm and my skin is damp. I think I smell like the rainforest. Maybe my body of water is the rainforest or the whole city in the rain; maybe my rivers are all these small waterfalls. I can’t see anything outside through the mist except occasional flashes of banana tree fields. I keep looking back until they disappear.”

— Nina Mingya Powles, Tiny Moons: A Year of Eating in Shanghai

obojenizeppelin

PORTUGAL Bruno Barbey

weltenwellen

Let's not talk. We're not good at it. With you I am useless with words. As if somehow I had to learn to speak all over again, as if the words I needed haven't been invented yet. We're cowards. Come back to bed. At least there I feel I have you for a little. For a moment. For a catch of the breath. You let go. You ache and tug. You rip my skin.

Sandra Cisneros, Vintage Cisneros