and the tragedy of existence.
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Vladimir Mayakovsky, from a letter featured in "Love in the Heart of Everything; The Correspondence between Vladimir Mayakovsky & Lili Brik, 1915-1930,"
21-year-old Yves Saint Laurent at his mentor, Christian Dior’s funeral. 1957
You deceived me, because you knew I was strong.
You injured me, because you knew I would survive.
If I was less strong, tell me, would you’ve been much nicer to me?
- k.m
E. Hughes, from "My Mother at Twenty-One"
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Erik Satie, wind, strangers and sun rays on skin.
I swear there are no feelings left for him in me anymore. It’s just that I’m so used to all of my thoughts being filled with him so, completely erasing him feels really empty.
Farewell My Concubine (1992), dir. Chen Kaige
Memoirs Of A Geisha (2005), dir. Rob Marshall
Vengeance seeking, forever raging.
19. The year I finally found myself again after searching years and years, and then lost it again too soon like the clam that had been stolen it’s only pearl. ( I had it I swear.)
Vengeance seeking, forever raging, endlessly dreaming about something greater, wistful remembrances, nothing but all numb. Sitting in a darkest void of a room with full of oneself, almost too exhausting, almost exciting. I am soulless.
Lately red stockings are all I’m thinking about.
This is how winter feels like to me.
And Charles Bukowski poems.
Slowdive, cold wind, the day ends too quickly. Usual cigarette tastes different and I can’t comprehend any thought or feelings, it’s just constant void and unknown ache. I really do hate winter, yet I enjoy it’s silence. The numbness.
And there was him, laughing. Lighting up the whole room as he always did. When he was near me I would always feel like my heart is finally at peace, so much like bathing in the sun on a warm mid-July afternoon as the breeze gently blows.
And then there was the smile. The smile he gave everyone on this planet, the smile that always reminds me I will never be someone who is more than this. But it was beautiful as always, brutally beautiful if I dare say. It really is.
“Hey” He greeted first.
“Hey…” Words slipped out of my mind as soon as I open my mouth. “I can see you did good job on concealing that bushy brows”. Shouldn’t have said that.
He raises his drawn thin eyebrows. “I didn’t think you’d recognize me right away. I thought I did pretty good job on this time’s theatrical make up.” I could see him blushing underneath the thick ghostly white face paint, his ears were basically on fire. I couldn’t help but basically chuckle secretly.
Of course I’d recognize you. You are always lingering inside me, you are always wandering around my mind. Even if I forget all the beautiful things that are left in the world, I would still remember your face, your eyes, your voice.
This pain, that is either longing or nostalgia will definitely never reach you.
I’m leaving tomorrow.
Source: We Heart It
China, Beijing.
2023/09/16, 03AM.
C'est l'histoire d'un homme qui tombe d'un immeuble de cinquante étages. Le mec, au fur et à mesure de sa chute se répète sans cesse pour se rassurer : jusqu'ici tout va bien, jusqu'ici tout va bien, jusqu'ici tout va bien. L' important c'est pas la chute, c'est l'atterrisage.
- La Haine, 1995.
All memories are traces of tears.
The power Uchiha brothers hold.
“That is — your friend?"
"Philtatos," Achilles replied, sharply. Most beloved.
