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7 Minutes.
7 Minutes is all I can spare…
I had this idea once around Alan developing a compulsion to be in or near water after he gets out of the Lake, like he can't separate himself and his abilities from his surroundings anymore after so long trapped there.
Where are you?
Vincent Van Gogh // Clarice Lispector
thinking about when my friend found a book from the 70s in a church office with truly some of the most insane prayers I have ever heard
— Susan Sontag, from “Death Kit,” (1967) (via lunamonchtuna)
tenderness is in the hands ― Carolyn Forché, L’Avventura (1960), Ocean Vuong, The White Ribbon (2009), Hart Crane, Gelatin Silver, Love (2009), Ingeborg Bachmann, Les amants du Pont-Neuf (1991), Sylvia Plath, Psycho (1960), Rod McKuen (stills by @forhandsthatsuffer)
These pictures kinda give me flashbacks 🫠
don't look at me with those brown eyes or I might just spend the rest of my life keeping your hands warm
“When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this.”
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When we two parted, Lord Byron
Inside me, something seethes. Inside me, some feral animal claws at my ribcage, trapped.
Molly McCully Brown, from Places I’ve Taken my Body: Essays
Sometimes every other year ill have Dream About a Girl With Dark Hair, White Skin and Yellow eyes.
I actually dont know the meaning behind it, since its the Same Dream again and again. But she gets closer to me each time. While im standing on a Spot surrounded by trees. I cant move or speak but last time we got really close.
“I think with some people you can just tell you’re going to have a history with them. Even if that history hasn’t happened yet.”
— Jasmine Warga, Here We Are Now
girls don’t want boyfriend, girls want to indulge in unrealistic romantic fantasies until they fall asleep.
hit a little too close to home...
“I do not think I’m easy to define. I have a wandering mind. And I’m not anything that you think I am.”
— Syd Barrett
Peaky Blinders Season 3 | Episode 6