Emotion, Nobuhiko Ōbayashi (1966)
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Emotion, Nobuhiko Ōbayashi (1966)
“My body is a graveyard”
— Richard Siken, from Landscape With Several Small Fires in “War Of The Foxes”
the beginning of the season of my soul
“I understood the true fate of Orpheus, that love is a constant terror of loss.”
— Kazimierz Wierzyński, tr. by Czeslaw Milosz, “A Word of Orphists,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
TAROT CARD // ACE OF WANDS 🌙✨
“ah! what a wonderful place to take a little nap!” <–(in the middle of Beast Forest)
eurydice - sarah ruhl
If you have grieved you have loved. (…)
Joanna Klink, from Night Sky in “The Nightfields” (via adrasteiax)
Whisper of the Heart 耳をすませば 1995 • dir. Yoshifumi Kondō
i want to annoy the shit out of u (lovingly)
Smaug + eyes
Not soulmates but it always had to be them and they weren't destined to be together but they were doomed to be but also it took everything for them to get here and also it was never supposed to happen but also it always was and had to happen this way. Hope this helps
Sleeping Beauty concept art by Eyvind Earle (x)
It’s still you. It’s still you.
Margaret Atwood, Shapechangers In Winter (via thelovejournals)
I asked: “What’s this between us?” He answered: “Nothing.” He grabbed me by the back of my neck And kissed me hard. He was right. There was nothing between us— Nothing between our lips— Not even air.
rubatosis: the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat (claire v.)
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