{ Quotes: I.B.Vyache+these Violent Delights By Micah Nemerever/motional Motion Sickness, Phoebe Bridgers/anais

{ quotes: I.B.Vyache+these violent delights by micah nemerever/motional motion sickness, phoebe bridgers/anais nin/Sufjan Stevens/uk/Bluets, Maggie Nelson/Albert campus//photos:pinintrest }

To that stupid naive girl I fell in love with I stil check for a good morning text from you and every morning I cry a little inside for it.

the night of counting the years + swan upon leda (hozier) 

the gateway to the world is still outside the reach of him

for @someuntroddenbrake

The Night of Counting the Years ( Shadi Abdel Salam, 1969)

in junior year of highschool my art teacher would let our ceramics class play music of our choice off of her desktop. we usually used spotify or youtube but she did have one album downloaded on her computer. it was a halloween sound effects/ambience collection. i dont remember why she had it. there was a track on there called "burning screams" which was exactly what it sounds like. just a cacophony of screams alongside crackling fire. she only let us play it on very special occasions, and we would cheer and jump with joy every time. it was like a pizza party to us

gabriel garciá márquez

of course, and i see this reflected when i tell others to watch/read media from my country & realise no translation or lack-thereof will ever do the originals justice

Do you ever get sad knowing that you'll never know all the languages and so since translators make choices (they have to) and things sometimes don't fully translate you can never experience every book exactly as it was originally intended to be read?