La Jalousie, 2013 - directed by Philippe Garrel
— Rainer Maria Rilke, excerpt from “Letter XI,” Letters to Merline transl. by Jesse Browner (Paragon House, 1989)
La Baie des Anges, Jacques Demy, 1963.
❛ don’t you ever feel like snatching everyone & being done with it all ? ❜
shamelessly , he finds himself smiling despite her morbid thought . ❛ would it be wrong to admit i’ve considered it once or twice ? ❜ guilt washes over him at once after his confession . ❛ i was much younger then , perhaps angrier . ❜
delirous .
* / @emmorte. sc.
❛ suppose many people do not like it out here. suppose you don’t. ❜ the night brings the woman just as much elation as an early morning would. night was a different entity entirely. a hidden place with hidden pockets within to keep secrets or to gaze at what blazing sun hid away from naked eyes. there was so much to see. ❛ but look , it has so much to show you. the night likes you. ❜
he fared better whilst the sun was out , when he could still pretend to be something he was not . ❛ you’d be right , connie . ❜ nights were meant to disguise the skies , shroud it and super - impose its slumber . and though the moon enchanted him the way a lover would , blackness only sought to remind him of what he truly was . black , sickening and all - encroaching . he doesn’t see anything more than that . still , her remark tugs at his lips . ❛ likes me , huh ? that’s because it sees itself in me . dark attracts dark . ❜
― DEATH teases me with divine morbidity , and do i answer ? / indie , selective & triggering personification of death , written by blue . ( art cred. )
Kristin Chang, from “a postcolonial portrait of the girl loving a girl “ published in Muzzle (via lifeinpoetry)
Artwork from The Lobster (d. Yorgos Lanthimos, 2015).
i miss having dedicated writing partners who are into character development , world building , and building relations .
" a heart's a heavy burden. "
ONLY AFTER SHE VANISHES does he come to understand the meaning behind her hushed words those seasons ago . she’d muttered it curled beside him , into disheveled sheets of his bed , perhaps for his ears , perhaps for herselfregardless , he had heard & at the time didn’t think much of it . rather , he distinctly remembers the addiction that was her presence : sleepy smiles , sad eyes , lush , extant skin . & shared melancholy .
( they were ancient creatures , time was small , futile , until it quantified the distance of seeing her again . )
he understands now , in solus like his essence intended . yes to feel was to ache , constantly , boundlessly , without abate . it’s presence bears now more than ever , the beating mass that weighs heavy within the cavity of his chest . a name rings against his ribs . something holy , sophia .
howl’s moving castle prompts , no longer accepting .
AMY WINEHOUSE SENTENCE PROMPTS
i. lyrics taken from various songs by amy winehouse. adjust as necessary.
- ❝ what kind of fuckery is this? ❞
- ❝ i cheated myself like i knew i would. ❞
- ❝ i told you i was trouble. ❞
- ❝ you know i’m no good. ❞
- ❝ nobody stands between me and my man. ❞
- ❝ you can’t keep lying to yourself like this. ❞
- ❝ nowadays you don’t mean dick to me. ❞
- ❝ my odds are stacked. ❞
- ❝ i died a hundred times. ❞
- ❝ love is a losing hand. ❞
- ❝ i don’t know why i got so attached. ❞
- ❝ i should just be my own best friend. ❞
- ❝ at least i’m not drinking. ❞
- ❝ he floors me with dread. ❞
- ❝ i wake up alone. ❞
- ❝ he can only hold her for so long. ❞
- ❝ she’s so vacant, her soul is taken. ❞
- ❝ you’ll never get my mind right. ❞
- ❝ i don’t catch your plan. ❞
- ❝ my head is empty and the work load keeps growing. ❞
- ❝ i can’t help but demonstrate my freudian fate. ❞
- ❝ i don’t care ‘bout what you got. ❞
- ❝ we all become what we once hated. ❞
- ❝ i’m just a child and you’re full grown. ❞
- ❝ he’s just too hard to ignore. ❞
- ❝ our day will come. ❞
- ❝ how can i tell her i love her. ❞
e. e. cummings, excerpt of in the rain— (via antigonick)
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L’Avventura (1960)
There's a man with no face just a blurred out portrait.
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows [JK Rowling] (via alrightanakin)