لا يُدركُ الشاعرَ إلّا شاعرٌ آخر.
"Only a poet can fathom another poet."
Cosimo Galluzzi

oozey mess
Stranger Things

Kiana Khansmith

JBB: An Artblog!

JVL
NASA
One Nice Bug Per Day

@theartofmadeline
Peter Solarz

shark vs the universe
Game of Thrones Daily
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Sade Olutola
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will byers stan first human second
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
almost home
KIROKAZE

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@worlds-between-words
لا يُدركُ الشاعرَ إلّا شاعرٌ آخر.
"Only a poet can fathom another poet."
" وعندما لا يوقظك أحد في الصباح ، وعندما لا ينتظرك أحدٌ في الليل ، وعندما يمكنك فعل ما تريد.. ماذا تسمي هذا ؟ حرية أم وحدة ؟ "
- تشارلز بوكوفسكي
إن لم يكن لك في البلادِ حبيبةٌ،
فاذهب بعيدًا فالبلادُ مؤجّلة.
— أحمد بخيت
Andrei Tarkovsky
I want someone to be depressed with, and somehow live happily ever after.
What's Harder?
to carry the weight of a feeling,
or to exist without one?
One is loud.
It burns, it stains, it leaves evidence.
You know where it comes from.
It can be traced
to a place, a moment in time.
The other is quieter.
It doesn't ache, it echoes.
It leaves no trace, only space.
It ask no questions,
yet leaves many unanswered.
One proves that something
once mattered.
The other makes you wonder
whether anything ever did.
So which is heavier...
The feeling,
or the absence of it?
“It’s terrible, how absent-minded I’ve become. I’m always dreaming and forgetting.”
— Eugene O'Neill, from Complete Plays 1932-1943 ; “Long Day’s Journey Into Night,”
- منذر مصري ، ديوان الكره اعمى الحب يرى ؛ قصيدة " ما انا إلا حانوت "، مختارات ' .. لاني لست شخصا آخر '.
Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies.
hearts of darkness (1991) dir. eleanor coppola, george hickenlooper, fax bahr
الوجه الحقيقي للحب هو الإستثناء أنا لا افعل هذا ولكن لأجلك أفعله، أنا لا أقول ذلك ولكني لا أقوله إلا لك كل هذه التصرفات لا تظهر إلا معك كل هذه الكلمات لا ولن تسمعها أذن غير أذنك بلا استثناء لا معنى للحب.
ALICE PAGANI via instagram (July 5, 2023)
Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1947–1955
Florence and the Machine, from South London Forever