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There’s kindness in the world, you know? You have to search for it, but it’s there. You’re kind. Eh, I’m just evolving. Even now, even as a ghost, as a memory. As dust, as you will. We’re the same. Everything is the same when you look close enough.

[…] You, me, ideas. We’re all one thing.

I’m Thinking of Ending Things (2020) dir. Charlie Kaufman.

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[20:50] It sucks to be the only one left behind. People moving forward and you are strapped down by force of mind and by force of nature, your own mind trapping you in an endless spiral of self-hate. No one seems to aknowledge your mair existence, let alone your fears and needs and the tears skimming down your face night by night. 

I have been the strong one for so long. I can not take it anymore. And if someone does not notice it soon enough, I’ll explode,and my blood and my insides will spill on your feet and you’ll have to ask where did you go wrong, what did you not do right. 

Cause you’ll have my blood on your collarbones and my throbbing heart in your palm.

PLEASE END THIS TORTURE 

I’m Thinking of Ending Things (Charlie Kaufman, 2020).

People like to think of themselves as points moving through time. But I think it’s probably the opposite. We’re stationary, and time passes through us, blowing like cold wind, stealing our heat, leaving us chapped and frozen. I don’t know, dead. I feel like I was that wind tonight. I’m Thinking of Ending Things (2020) dir. Charlie Kaufman

Bonedog

a poem by Eva H.D.

[transcribed from its appearance in the film I’m Thinking of Ending Things (w/d Charlie Kaufman, 2020)]

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Coming home is terrible whether the dogs lick your face or not; whether you have a wife or just a wife-shaped loneliness waiting for you. Coming home is terribly lonely, so that you think of the oppressive barometric pressure back where you have just come from with fondness, because everything’s worse once you’re home.

You think of the vermin clinging to the grass stalks, long hours on the road, roadside assistance and ice creams, and the peculiar shapes of certain clouds and silences with longing because you did not want to return. Coming home is just awful.

And the home-style silences and clouds contribute to nothing but the general malaise. Clouds, such as they are, are in fact suspect, and made from a different material than those you left behind. You yourself were cut from a different cloudy cloth, returned, remaindered, ill-met by moonlight, unhappy to be back, slack in all the wrong spots, seamy suit of clothes dishrag-ratty, worn.

You return home moon-landed, foreign; the Earth’s gravitational pull an effort now redoubled, dragging your shoelaces loose and your shoulders etching deeper the stanza of worry on your forehead. You return home deepened, a parched well linked to tomorrow by a frail strand of…

Anyway…

You sigh into the onslaught of identical days. One might as well, at a time…

Well… Anyway… You’re back.

The sun goes up and down like a tired whore, the weather immobile like a broken limb while you just keep getting older. Nothing moves but the shifting tides of salt in your body. Your vision blears. You carry your weather with you, the big blue whale, a skeletal darkness.

You come back with X-ray vision. Your eyes have become a hunger. You come home with your mutant gifts to a house of bone. Everything you see now, all of it: bone.

«È tutta una bugia! Che andrà meglio; che non è mai troppo tardi; che Dio ha un piano per te; che l’età è solo un numero; che è sempre più buio prima dell’alba; che dietro a ogni nuvola c’è un maledetto raggio di sole; che c’è qualcuno per tutti noi e che Dio non ti dà più di quanto puoi sopportare».  Sto Pensando di Finirla Qui 

david thewlis appreciation post!!!! ♡

his smile is so freaking precious !!! it never fails to make me happy ://)

this photo appears in my head at least once a day n gives me a little boost of happiness lol<33

i genuinely adore this man so darn much ;-;

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i imagine that sharks dont want tto french kiss other sharks because of the fear of cutting their tongues

Maybe theyre used to it?🤔

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Dir. Charlie Kaufman

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