SEBASTIAN.

aes sideblog to inlondon.

[soracities]

I beg you, eat me up. Want me down to the marrow.

Hélène Cixous, from “The Love of the Wolf” (via soracities)

[jacquesdemys]

Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward in Paris Blues (1961)

[theclassicssociety]

[kateoplis]

“I remember how seeing the shape of your mouth that first time, I kept staring until my blood turned to rain. Some things take root in the brain and just don’t let go.”

— T.S. Eliot, Slow Dance

[raniaigaad]

night mood: fluttering curtains, black tea, poetry, glimpses of the stars, filled journal pages, cigarette smoke, piles of unread books, paint stains on hands, love letters, vivaldi, violin and you

[aestheticsofartt]

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[coffee-and-cinema-deactivated20]

“I call to you, I touch your lips, I am your own little bird.”

— Euripides, tr. by Anne Carson, from Alkestis; “Grief Lessons: Four Plays,” (via romanceangel)

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[minyardy]

“I am a part of all that I have met.”

       — archive moodboard for @ghoostangel

[derangedrhythms]

…a heart that strikes up a battle rhythm every time you touch me.

S.T. Gibson, Literary Sexts (via killingthespring)

[dinosaurcostume]

[burningirl]

the weeks after the murder were filled with fake tranquility. charles was drinking more than ever. richard wasn’t able to sleep without medicine. francis started smoking more and more. henry’s headache got worse.

[cezhous]

miae____

[donoharm777]

my goal in life is to just let go of everybody that has ever hurt me and just become the nicest, warm, and genuine light in everyones life. 

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Rififi (Jules Dassin, 1955)