Sad-chochochip - Oblivious Cashew

my favorites in all the movies

a summer like call me by your name >>

Close up view of Pluto from the New Horizons spacecraft

“I’m not wise at all. I told you, I know nothing. I know books, and I know how to string words together—it doesn’t mean I know how to speak about the things that matter most to me.”

~ André Aciman , call me by your name

Alone

by Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. Then – in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life – was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold, From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by, From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view.

we're all kind of weird and twisted and drowning.

~ Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

the amount of relativity this post has to me

“I write because I’m poor, I write because words are all I own, I write because I’m tired of hollow talk”

doesn't it feels like authenticity is missing in our age's work and art. like yes, its beautiful but the essence of originality is absent and its defying the art's virtue

everytime i come back to tumblr it feels like ive opened a long forgotten beautiful book