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I think I'm in love
FRENCHIE The Boys | 2x08 “What I Know”
*crushes my emotions with my bare hands* as I was saying,
in my overwhelmed era
i look in the mirror, i lose my mind a little, i cry on public transport, i walk through a fluorescent supermarket, i have slow and confusing dreams at night. you know how it is
Muted tones
It didn’t rain for you, maybe, but it always rains for me. The sky shatters and rains shards of glass.
– Tablo, Pieces of You
There’s nothing. There was nothing, either. Because… nothing. And the streets go on and there’s nothing everywhere where there should be everything. There, where could have been everything, there’s only frozen bronze, cold statues staring above your head into the distance, staring at the same brick walls, ignorant at the passersbys. Not that these would notice, busy lives among other busy lives, transparent bubbles of hard business incessantly rolling on cobblestones… The only beams of warmth are looking down from Copenhagen’s copper rooftops, evening rays of a weak sun checking back on us for a last gaze before taking off for the day, in a last effort to charge some smooth chocolate into your dark bitterness of Gl Carlsberg Porter. An imperial stout with a last hint to the sweetness of bygone days…
I suppose it’s a testament to Tolkien’s economy of language that the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy – interminable preamble and endless appendices and all – has a smaller total page count than the individual books of your average modern doorstopper fantasy series, yet manages to pack in such a high density of worldbuilding detail that reading it feels like it takes about a thousand years.
“There is no mode of action, no form of emotion, that we do not share with the lower animals. It is only by language that we rise above them, or above each other — by language, which is the parent, and not the child, of thought.”
— Oscar Wilde, The Critic as Artist
What the fuck is a pomegranate?
Dancing Fairies (1866) - August Malmström
My grandmother thinks there never had been and never will be a women as beautiful as Madhubala so y'all best believe it.
Madhubala (Indian Actress)
Every TV series/ movie has a thing with hands and I'm here to post about it.
SHADOW AND BONE characters + hands
I miss travelling without having 93739294792 thoughts every second . I miss seeing different shades of yellow. I also miss being too unbothered to change my earrings for 4 years straight.
Darjeeling , May 2009
tumblr is a MORNING app. it should be enjoyed while eating breakfast, drinking your cup of tea or coffee, letting your meds kick in... sometimes I go on here at night but in my heart I know it’s wrong.
CINEMAPIX’S 1st Year Anniversary: Top 10 Films as Voted by Our Followers: 7. JOJO RABBIT (2019)
Be the rabbit. The humble bunny can outwit all of his enemies. He’s brave, and sneaky, and strong. Be the rabbit.
This shade of blue >>>
The Shah Mosque (Persian : مسجد شا ه), Iran
Boy flying his kite - Jaisalmer, India
Simon Christen
On the subject of Manipur, there is a reference to the state as far back as the Mahabharata. Chitrangada is a princess of Manipur who marries Arjuna. In most accounts she is a warrior princess, probably from a matrilineal society, who does not accompany Arjuna back to Indraprastha after his years of exile.
Representations of Chitrangada in art: 1. By Pobsant Roockarangsarith (X); 2) Ramendranath Chakravorty’s 1941 woodcut of Chitrangada and Arjuna and 3) Avik Chakraborty’s Royal Ladies of Mahabharata: Chitrangada.
Call Me By Your Name (2017) dir. Luca Guadagnino
“And in the same way the dandelion’s destruction tells us about ourselves, so does our own destruction: our bodies are ecosystems, and they shed and replace and repair until we die. And when we die, our bodies feed the hungry earth, our cells becoming part of other cells, and in the world of the living, where we used to be, people kiss and hold hands and fall in love and fuck and laugh and cry and hurt others and nurse broken hearts and start wars and pull sleeping children out of car seats and shout at each other. If you could harness that energy—that constant, roving hunger—you could do wonders with it. You could push the earth inch by inch through the cosmos until it collided heart-first with the sun.”
— Carmen Maria Machado, from In the Dream House (via florizels)