Years pass, but with you, it’s always opening night. ( ⚘ )
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Years pass, but with you, it’s always opening night. ( ⚘ )
If your lover lives in Hong Kong and cannot get to Chicago, it will be necessary for you to go to Hong Kong. Perhaps you will spend your life there, and never see Chicago again. And you will, I assure you, as long as space and time divide you from anyone you love, discover a great deal about shipping routes, airlines, earthquake, famine, disease, and war. And you will always know what time it is in Hong Kong, for you love someone who lives there. And love will simply have no choice but to go into battle with space and time and, furthermore, to win.
James Baldwin, Nothing Personal
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Written for Alexa Chung by Alex Turner.
FORBIDDEN FRUITS (2026) dir. Meredith Alloway
Virginia Woolf, Passionate Apprentice: The Early Journals, 1897-1909
Silent Hill 2 (2001)
me everytime i have to say one sentence to a stranger
Silent Hill 3 (2003)
Words by: @thesanitysipper
2007-06-01
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Phantom of the Opera (2004)
Nikos Kazantzakis, from The Saviors of God
Text ID: I am not good, I am not innocent, I am not serene. My happiness and unhappiness are both unbearable; I am full of inarticulate voices and darknesses; I wallow, all blood and tears, in this warm trough of my flesh. I am afraid to talk. I adorn myself with false wings; I shout, I sing and I weep to drown out the inexorable cry of my heart. I am not the light, I am the night; but a flame stabs through my entrails and consumes me. I am the night devoured by light.
Jeanette Winterson, from "One Aladdin Two Lamps," originally published in November 2025