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The Secret History, 1992.
“Lost in nostalgia,”
— Archilochus, from 7 Greeks (tr. Guy Davenport)
14.09.
it was misty this morning. reminded me a lot of ‘Death in Venice’
“‘You said I killed you — haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe — I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always — take any form — drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, god! It is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!’”
Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë
Phantom Thread ; Paul Thomas Anderson
~ Joseph Campbell
every day i wonder why i'm not living in a dark castle with secret passageways and rooms filled with books
— ANNE SEXTON, from Unknown Girl in the Maternity Ward.
I am a book covered with blackness, scars and mysteries. I just hope for people to judge me by my cover. I just don’t want them to read into me and see the fragile heart I am.
Bshayer F.R. (via wnq-writers)
“I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind”
— Edgar Allen Poe
Luigi Bazzani (1836 - 1927)
The Arch of Septimius Severus, Rome, 1900
Wandering aimlessly among old paintings, losing myself in their silent poetry
Rohinton Mistry, A Fine Balance
on all levels but physical, i am bathing in a bath of rose petals in an abandoned castle with candles illuminating the room and calming but eerie piano music plays from a room down the corridor. i am at peace and the snow is falling outside
dead poets society (1989, written by tom schulman)
You know what? FUCK WORK I’m going to walk around a CEMETERY while reading POETRY!
I will tell it to you one day and you'll see everything make sense. And please embrace me and whisper sweet things to me.
Tomas Transtromer, from"Streets in Shanghai“ Bright Scythe
“The same flower that smiles today, tomorrow will be dying.”
the world is spinning faster and I'm here seated, writing.
they are the dusk that first kisses my cheek, their words a haunting ode to a lost goddess; ancient letters adorn the poems they’ve writtten and i consume each syllable feverishly, searching for my likeness within the epigram of their secret love
ig: rosenaufsuden
“Quiet, yet wild. Rough, and yet gentle,”
— Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems; “Child,”
due to personal reasons i will isolate myself and induce a deep empty void inside myself.
“I have not broken your heart—you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.”
Wuthering Heights (2011) dir. Andrea Arnold
Physically I'm studying but mentally I'm living in an old, abandoned castle filled with dusty books
Ig: pixel.planetarium
“Art is about emotion; if art needs to be explained it is no longer art.”
— Pierre-Auguste Renoir
“Everyday I come to the same place and wait until the sun catches up with my mood.”