Chungking Express , Wong Kar-wai , 1994.

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Chungking Express , Wong Kar-wai , 1994.
do you ever just get quiet. i mean same body but everything feels a little bit like it’s under snow. the shush of a library. the gentle rhythm of a calm sea. like i’m alright. i’m okay. i just don’t feel like talking.
Me: :(
Hozier:
Me: :)
nice bro. um… *kisses u hard* epic…
i can’t imagine writing a story that isn’t about love
i don’t mean this in the romantic sense necessarily either i just mean that every story of value to me has love at its center, whether its about loving yourself, your people, your family, your friends, your community, the world at large, etc. a story that can’t be described as a love story at its core in some capacity is meaningless to me. if your writing isn’t a love letter to something what is the point? if it completely lacks love why write it? books and movies that lack this are so common in white western media - they write to make themselves look good, or edgy, or to make money, and forget that humans telling stories is at its core an act of love. it’s the depth and the sound and the colour of stories, it’s the meat and blood of them. i don’t want to read anything that lacks love.
fell in love today because of the way he blinked while seeing someone he missed. fell in love today because of how you cut your eyes to me when you’ve told a joke in a crowed room, looking to see if i laugh, too. fell in love today because she was talking on the phone and said hang on, mom, there are roses here, let me take a picture of them and send them to you.
lovely is not how you look, it’s something you do. he makes room for her in the circle without her asking him to. she gives me her raincoat even if it means she gets soaked. we walk home together after a long night and you wait to make sure i get safely inside.
i will never be tired of this. i will never be done writing poetry about it. i am so enamored with humanity’s softness.
just give me some sign i’m not making this up. i just want to know if you want me back. lord only knows how often i only want what i cannot have.
Hold my hand bro we’re crossing the street
The way they both turned around and looked back at each other without words or sure-fire knowledge that the other would turn back too but they just couldn't keep going without the other...
Killing Eve - 3x08
THE BRIDGE SCENE IS THE MOST HONEST VILLANELLE AND EVE HAVE EVER BEEN WITH EACHOTHER!!! THERE’S NO BARRIERS THERE!!!!!!! THEY GOT TO HAVE THEIR OWN LITTLE MOMENT, AND OF COURSE THEYRE GOING TO GET BACK TOGETHER!!!! “MY MONSTER ENCOURAGES YOUR MONSTER” “I THINK ABOUT MY FUTURE AND ALL I CAN SEE IS YOUR FACE” “DID I RUIN YOUR LIFE?” IT WAS SO PERFECTLY THEEEEEM AND IT’S ALL WE’VE BEEN ASKING FOR!!! SOME FUCKING RECOGNITION!!! AND THEN THEY WALK AND THINK THEY’RE GOING TO BE ABLE TO LEAVE EACHOTHER BEHIND AND TURN AROUND BECAUSE OF COURSE THEY FUCKING CAN’T AND THE LOOK AND OH MY FUCKING GOD IN THIS ESSAY I WILL
the entire journey with eve and villanelle was to get them to the point where all they have is each other, yes, but more importantly to come to the understanding that they’re the only ones who accept the other for who they are. “i think my monster encourages your monster.” – “i think i wanted it to.” through every single choice they’ve made, even the ones that’ve hurt each other the most, they fundamentally see everything the other has been masking bc they can recognize it in themselves. i can’t think of a more beautiful but haunting conclusion full of possibilities after everything they’ve done. after everything they’ve been through.
turn around because love is worth the wait.
Now what? Now we walk, and we never look back. But, I– Don’t turn. Just walk.
my life is complete
I can feel the surprised expression on the duck’s face. It’s like “This is unexpected,”
shh.... everyone b quiet
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he's eatin breakfast .
you know, the older i get, the more i hate cynicism. isn't it exhausting to always be so bitter about everything? why don't you try a little genuine kindness and understanding and maybe you'll calm down
one time i actually thought i had a chance with someone