"Maybe those physical and metaphorical sensations, are sneaky ways of understanding what happens when two beings want, not only to be close, but turn into something so maleable that one becomes the other. Be who I am thanks to you. Be who I was thanks to me."
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Flowers & Madness. Euphoria (2019-) / Ophelia, Ernest Hébert / Midsommar (2019)
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types of people: european cities
amsterdam, the netherlands: vibrant buildings against blue skies, peaceful canal cruises, warm cups of caramel coffee, cycling alongside cobbled sidewalks, sun shining on white windowpanes, light through bright clouds
vienna, austria: vanilla extract, sunshine on carved rooftops, lively ballrooms, climbing worn steps, hot drinks on a cool day, exploring small art galleries, sepia videos from the past
copenhagen, denmark: carousels by the river, the glow of sunshine yellow buildings, stories told at dusk, lazy boat rides, water falling from a fountain, the crumble of flaky pastries, painted wooden horses
madrid, spain: stone arenas rising to meet the sky, the cheer of rallying crowds, dark red flower petals, gilded domes on historic buildings, sunlight on a busy street, the hiss of a pan over fire
prague, the czech republic: gears turning in an old clock, the arch of a stone bridge, candlelit dinners, the intricate details of a cathedral, rainfall on a the tents of a bustling market, mugs of mulled cider
athens, greece: empty museums, wreaths of wild flowers, paths through the woods, golden lighting on evergreen trees, chipped stone steps, sprawling hills, pools warmed by gentle sunlight
stockholm, sweden: waterside fairs, breathing in cold morning air, the smell of freshly baked bread in the morning, wooden picnic tables, warm winter days, sitting by a window in a cafe
marseille, france: warm pies, waves lapping against a dock, weathered limestone cliffs, watching a ship on the horizon, bright laughter, racing friends to a cafe, lounging on a warm patio
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Dear Milena,
I wish the world were ending tomorrow. Then I could take the next train, arrive at your doorstep in Vienna, and say: “Come with me, Milena. We are going to love each other without scruples or fear or restraint. Because the world is ending tomorrow.” Perhaps we don’t love unreasonably because we think we have time, or have to reckon with time. But what if we don't have time? Or what if time, as we know it, is irrelevant? Ah, if only the world were ending tomorrow. We could help each other very much.
― Franz Kafka
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EUPHORIA Fuck Anyone Who’s Not a Sea Blob
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Gone Girl (2014)
Director’s Commentary by David Fincher
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I’m a lioness. And I will do whatever I need to do to protect the people I care about.
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Alphonse Mucha. Iris, Rose, Lily & Carnation (1898)
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I just love this kind of classy thinspo. It’s not just about the skinny girl, but it’s kinda like art✨🖼
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– Vita & Virginia (2019) dir. Chanya Button
– Vita Sackville-West recalling the solar eclipse she witnessed together with Virginia Woolf in 1927, c.1941, Recollections of Virginia Woolf
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A Strange Desire… by Woodenpencilbox
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He looked down on me without recognition, and I realized with a little stab of anxiety that he must have forgotten all about me, perhaps for some considerable time, and that he himself was so lost in the labyrinth of his own unquiet thoughts that I did not exist. He had the face of one who walks in his sleep, and for a wild moment the idea came to me that perhaps he was not normal, not altogether sane.
Rebecca, Daphne du Maurier
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“we are slaves to the gods. whatever gods are.” - euripides, orestes
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The gardener did not even introduce herself to the new au pair. She barely acknowledged her at all. Simply treated her as if she’d always been there. The others just assumed they’d already met, which, if she were honest, was how the au pair felt when she first saw the young woman.
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