#jetaime

[gondorunsessizbahcesi]

Forever starts today.

[schumis-weddingdress]

“You busy?” Yes, thinking about

THIS picture of Didier.

[ninicheriedamour]

[lacilys]

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ᭄᭡ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ⁺ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❤︎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ⊹　₊ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ͏͏✧ l o v e l a n g u a g e .

[sou-ema]

ma chemise est blanche,

mon âme noire

[diario-di-un-sognatore]

Io lo ammetto: il sesso mi piace, perché essere ipocrita? Quando parlano le pulsazioni scoperei chiunque, ma la mia razionalità - croce o delizia - mi permette di riflettere prima di compiere determinate azioni.

Io il sesso senza sentimento non lo capisco, è fantastico sì, ma vuoi davvero sostituire ciò a dormire e svegliarsi la mattina dopo abbracciati, nudi, con i cuori che battono all'unisono, mano nella mano?

Non c'è paragone. Non c'è.

[hellish-cruelty]

Hiroshima mon amour, Alain Resnais (1959)

A ★★★★★ review of Hiroshima Mon Amour (1959)

One of the most beautiful films to ever grace the screen. Meditative mosaic of love and suffering, juxtaposed within the past and present, t

One of the most beautiful films to ever grace the screen. Meditative mosaic of love and suffering, juxtaposed within the past and present, the personal and external experiences of heartbreak and the cruelty of humankind. Takes you into a trance like journey of rememberance and the thirst of forgetfulness, while continuously blurring the lines between them. But one cannot simply escape what has been, the past is inescapable. The horrors of war creeps into everyday life. Hiroshima is as much the lover and memory as much as it is the soldier and suffering. So to say, the opposite of lover is soldier and that of memory is suffering.

"The only memory I have left is your name..I yearn for you so badly I can't bear it anymore."

Every memory is another opportunity to be awake in the presence of suffering. Love though, can only be had in shape of a lie (illicit affair). Because once you've felt pain as seething as a war torn city, you cannot experience love truthfully nor can you erase it. It is the story of two people finding themselves in their shared misery but can love hold you enough to mend you.

It reads like a lullaby, an epic poem even. French philosopher Jacques Derrida argues that meaning is not fixed or universal, instead it is fluid and unstable. It uses deconstruction to reveal how language is inherently ever-changing, filled with contradictions. It is from this deconstruction that fragments are formed. Alain Resnais takes this fragmentation and fills it throughout the film with flashbacks and rememberance on the aftermath of the horrific bombing of Hiroshima. It is quite jarring to see how French new wave and literary theory meets to make this symbiotic relationship of understanding suffering and survival.

"I meet you. I remember you. Who are you? You're destroying me. You're good for me. How could I know this city was tailor-made for love? How could I know you fit my body like a glove? I like you. How unlikely. I like you. How slow all of a sudden. How sweet. You cannot know. You're destroying me. You're good for me. You're destroying me. You're good for me. I have time. Please, devour me. Deform me to the point of ugliness. Why not you? Why not you in this city and in this night, so like other cities and other nights you can hardly tell the difference? I beg of you."

[iiipodqirl]

Tommy February6 - Je T'aime ★ Je T'aime