Sometimes round the way, where we live, you can catch that same breeze. It’s come through the hood and it’s like everything stop for a second ‘cause everyone just wanna feel it. Everything just gets quiet, you know?
im like……not here anymore but im glad i can be free of sherlock forever because the only ~~~heartfelt conversation john and sherlock had in that whole episode was how straight they were and other than that it was sherlock manipulating john and john being terrible to sherlock
so like bye
Stranger Things (The Duffer Brothers, 2016)
A sampling of aperture framing in Carol (Todd Haynes, 2015)
In one aesthetic stroke these apertures simultaneously articulate the film’s themes of isolation, enclosure, and entrapment, as well as those of intimacy, fetishism, and photography.
New York #27, 1997
The Raven King, Maggie Stiefvater
William Albert Allard, Cloud 9 Bar, Elko, Nevada, 1979
In the city it’s the only light
me: hey sufjan whats up
sufjan: nothing much, just kissed a boy up on the mossy bluff with the wind ruffling our hair, our cheeks rosy and flushed, reaching in each other for some intangible force. it was a humid day in june
me: Ok dude
(and you’ll feel bad because you could’ve.)
Czesław Miłosz, “I Sleep A Lot” (via lesgardenias)
can I spend life fucking quivering?
René Burri, Tokyo Train, 1970
