give me a bitter glory

a girl who cannot become a princess is doomed to become a witch.

[captainjoongki]

ik jun and song hwa: a love story 22 years in the making

[firstfullmoon]

“All stories are also the stories of hands — picking up, balancing, pointing, joining, kneading, threading, caressing, abandoned in sleep, cutting, eating, wiping, playing music, scratching, grasping, peeling, clenching, pulling a trigger, folding.”

— John Berger, From A to X: A Story in Letters

[possession1981-moving]

chansung ♡ ok or not ♡ 210701

[f9ntasy]

      ‘해야 해’ MV Making Film : Chansung

[kaliumpop]

[kaliumpop]

[shelesteniye]

“Tact, like empathy, is based on a certain form of mutual understanding. But while empathy implies the idea of entering someone else’s mind inasmuch as it is linked to the presumption that ‘I know how you feel’, tact exists to create a form of bonding between individuals that is not based on the idea of intrusion but, conversely, on the respect for existing boundaries, and on a willingness not always to assume that one knows. While empathy requires resonance and proximity, tact is there to restore distance, and to accept the difference between the individuals involved in order to protect and preserve their dignity. Tact is based on an attention towards otherness.”

— Katja Haustein, “How to Be Alone with Others: Plessner, Adorno, and Barthes on Tact” (via mehreenkasana)

[shelesteniye]

Roland Barthes, S/Z

[soracities]

“[She] considered the cruel necessity of loving. She considered the malignity of our desire to be happy. Considered the ferocity with which we want to play. And how many times we will kill out of love.”

— Clarice Lispector, from “The Smallest Woman in the World”, Collected Stories (trans. Katarina Dodson)

[heavenfacedmp3]

Dinner is a very intimate thing. Anyone can go for coffee or a drink, but you agree to have dinner with someone, that’s different. It has a meaning. You really see people when you watch them eat - Wong Kar Wai

In the Mood For love (2000) dir. Wong Kar Wai

[soracities]

Frank Bidart, “To the Dead”, Half-Light: Collected Poems, 1965-2016

[Text ID: “The love I’ve known is the love of two people staring

not at each other, but in the same direction.”]

[aridante]

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and i don’t want the world to see me, ‘cause i don’t think that they’d understand.

[forursmiles]

[dramaism]

— Hey, pull up your seat. — Wait. — Pull up. Come on. — Hey, pull up your seat, too. — Hey, you should drive yourselves! — What about your car? — Come on! — There are five of us! *endless bickering*

[blexbees]

Where do you want to go?

Wherever you want to take me.

[tristealven]

“The great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.”

— Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via tanyachesham-leigh)

[marypickfords]

Apart from You (Mikio Naruse, 1933)