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Aline Weber in A Single Man (2009) dir. Tom Ford

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Me lying in bed feeling like I’m about to cry singing Daughter’s “Landfill”

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Ben Whishaw reading “Annabel Lee” by Edgar Allan Poe. I’ve never heard the strange, tender, spooky heart of it quite so clearly.

(My audio edit from the Poetica podcast, “Tides.”)

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47,986 Plays • 11:57 AM
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La vie d’Adèle (2013)

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24,393 Plays • 6:56 PM

I love this world and it freaks me out every day. More and more, I experience the sensation that nothing is real—like it’s all a dream. That’s when I’m drawn to take pictures. It can happen at any time, whether I’m in the wilderness or in the city—whenever I feel I’m not in a place, or faced with a scene that I can imagine to exist in reality. I shoot so others can see how I look at my world.”

- Sam Hiscox

" "What do you want?" I asked.
"To be with you in hell," he said.
by Anna Akhmatova, from The Guest (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Hannelore Knuts, Iekeliene Stange and Soo Joo Park in the Shrink installation by Lawrence Malstaf for Iris van Herpen fw 14

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" Forgive me father for I have sinned,
I have loved a woman more desperately than I have loved God. I have looked to a woman more reverently than I have the sky. There, in the sulk of her bottom lip, I find myself talking about a heaven that only exists when she is looking at me,
father she has not been forged between the dip of my teeth, she is not my rib, or my left side, she is my entire stomach, she is my spine.
I have been searching for prayer, father but I have found that I can only say her name
Dear God, let me have her
Dear God, let her rest with me
Dear God, let the sky turn red from how we burn
The plum tree in our back garden has withered because I have not seen the sun for five days. I have been worshipping at the cradle of her hips
father, she has cleansed me with those hands and those eyes, I do not know how to turn unless it is towards her, I do not know where to go except in her direction.
by Azra.T “Take Me to Church” (via 5000letters)

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