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- A.R Asher

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I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.

Virginia Woolf (via resqectable)

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The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.“

Fernando Pessoa (via introspectivepoet)

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The Last Days of Disco (Whit Stillman, 1998)

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JACKIE (2016) dir. Pablo Larraín

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i'm never getting over the fact that romance as a genre, as the HIGHEST selling genre, exists largely because straight women fantasise about being loved and treated kindly by men and men constantly make fun of this because they think it's just that unrealistic that they could cherish women and that women are stupid in the first place for wanting such an impossible thing

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“I used to make long speeches to you after you left. I used to talk to you all the time, even though I was alone. I walked around for months talking to you. Now I don’t know what to say. It was easier when I just imagined you.”

Paris, Texas (1984) dir. Wim Wenders

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The French Riviera, 1949, Herve Baille vintage travel poster

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The bull of broad street… with a girl… in the sable-est sable coat they ever sabled! Easy Living (1937) dir. Mitchell Leisen

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“A poet is somebody who feels, and who expresses his feelings through words.

This may sound easy. It isn’t.

A lot of people think or believe or know they feel — but that’s thinking or believing or knowing; not feeling. And poetry is feeling — not knowing or believing or thinking.

Almost anybody can learn to think or believe or know, but not a single human being can be taught to feel. Why? Because whenever you think or you believe or you know, you’re a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you’re nobody-but-yourself.

To be nobody-but-yourself — in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else — means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.”

- E.E. Cummings, A Poet’s Advice to Students

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After years of waiting, nothing came.

Radiohead (via bnmxfld)

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I thought they were just a lot of harmless memories, but now everything seems so significant. Maybe it’s just my imagination.

Sputnik Sweetheart, Haruki Murakami

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Susan Sontag, Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963

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there is a holiness in this purging there is an art in destroying.

j. p. berame // excerpt from “in memoriam,” published in L'Éphémère Review (via existential-celestial)

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Shirkers (2018, Sandi Tan)

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Such wounds to the heart will probably never heal. But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.

Haruki Murakami