#past lives

[blazingshadowtale]

Is there an ad-free site to watch Past Lives K-drama Movie?

Edit : I finally found 𝖣𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖺𝖫𝗂𝗑.𝗑𝗒𝗓 with fast loading, smooth playback, and clean design.

Quiet romantic moments are completely ruined by obnoxious banner ads appearing constantly. Official services keep increasing prices while locking content in specific regions.

[nostosme]

Eu tenho quase certeza de que te conheço de outras vidas. Provavelmente esta é a sétima. Ela não fecha o ciclo, mas está quase. Talvez na próxima.

Eu tenho quase certeza de que escrevo na esperança de encontrar esse mesmo texto com outros olhos, outro corpo, outra consciência e entender que eu sempre falei de você.

Ou,

quem sabe,

você ler e Lembrar de mim e

Procurar por mim,

mesmo sem saber meu rosto. Mesmo sem nunca ter sentido o meu cheiro.

Eu tenho quase certeza de que só comecei a pensar nessas crenças de vidas passadas depois de te conhecer.

E olha que minha mãe é espírita.

Eu tenho essa sensação, quase cega, de que amo até os seus defeitos. Mesmo não conhecendo eles.

Mesmo não…

Mesmo quase.

Quase.

Na próxima?

[evilmode]

glad I broke my habit of posting my year end wrapped each year cause it’s gonna be embarrassing the amount of times I’ve listened to sleep cult this summer

[motherofjedi]

We never die, we just change costumes.

[tousinsteadofthem]

Rhythms of the night consume my body Just let the music confiscate my soul You think I'm lost, but that's just how you found me Well, maybe I'm the stranger After all

[bobbole]

Past Lives (2023) dir. Celine Song

Artwork by Giulia Assis

[gentle-carnage]

I have four past lives I can remember, or at least part of them. I think. They seem too oddly specific and distant(?) to be stories.

The oldest of these I can remember is around 1940.

I was a young man, maybe 25, and married to a family friend's daughter. Our mother's were friends, and we had grown up together. We had no romantic attraction towards each other but we got married anyway. She was in love with the housewife next door, but I didn't mind because I wanted her to be happy.

We were living our best before World War 2 began, in which I was shipped off. I'm unsure if I was shipped off to the Pacific or Europe, but I was in an American military.

I remember the barracks, very well. Specifically, because I roomed with multiple other soldiers and was fond of one in particular. He was brunette, pale-skinned, and had brown eyes, like the warm brown of an elk. He wore wire glasses, and his handwriting was incredible. I never confessed or made advancements to him, because I was afraid.

My sister also remembers this man, and we were in the same platoon. She was also a man and apparently slept with him, good for her.

I'm not sure if I ever made it home. But I've always understood, really felt, why a soldier would rather die on the field than come back to a *new* home, of sorts, with pity and guilt and the yearning for a duty to complete something that will never be accomplished.

They only reason this is relevant and on my mind is because I realized that I know (and have known for a while) how to use a rosary, and I'm not religious and have no catholic church members in my life. This also could explain why I picked up cursive so quickly when I was 7.

Regardless, I just wanted to talk about it :)

I might yap about the other lives later if I feel like it.