Transient Guests


Jul 28
“When the sun blisters the roofs of the city, I think of her […]” Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (via violentwavesofemotion)

“…most of all, I’d like to have all the time there is just for you, for thinking about you, for breathing in you.” Franz Kafka, from Letters To Milena  (via violentwavesofemotion)

(via violentwavesofemotion)

Jul 27


You can throw a sheet gently over me 
I can make believe I’m a ghost 
I will not pretend I am happy 
That you are finally happy


The Virgin Spring (Ingmar Bergman, 1960)

The Sacrifice (Andrei Tarkovsky, 1986)

Nymph()maniac: Vol. II (Lars von Trier, 2013)

(via andrometamorfosis)

Jul 26
“So, is it in the way they just gaze at you…waiting for you to say something with so much…expectation and hope that you just paralyze into…silence?” Exotica (1994) dir. by Atom Egoyan (via violentwavesofemotion)

Kitchens of Distinction // Railwayed

Is this absurd? If this is absurd then it must also be absurd that I rage at the entire cosmos for having no ultimate meaning. But there is no reason to be pessimistic. There is no justification whatsoever for a negative attitude! There is no justification whatsoever for a positive attitude! There is no justification whatsoever for a neutral attitude! Who knows what will happen with certainty? I could be strolling down the street, being beautiful, on my way to kill myself, when suddenly I am run over by a bus. But wait a minute. Why am I doing this? Ah, yes, now I remember the punchline:

I’ll try anything once!

There is nothing to take seriously!

Mitchell Heisman, last words of his 1900 page Suicide Note    (via poeticsofdeath)

(via 0-point-0)

“It breaks, the thread I try to spin; your laughter breaks it, your indifference, also your beauty.” Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (via violentwavesofemotion)


Starflyer 59 - "Blue Collar Love"


1975 | F for Fake | Orson Welles

(via heavy-minded)

Forget the suffering
You caused others.
Forget the suffering
Others caused you.
The waters run and run,
Springs sparkle and are done,
You walk the earth you are forgetting.

Sometimes you hear a distant refrain.
What does it mean, you ask, who is singing?
A childlike sun grows warm.
A grandson and a great-grandson are born.
You are led by the hand once again.

The names of the rivers remain with you.
How endless those rivers seem!
Your fields lie fallow,
The city towers are not as they were.
You stand at the threshold mute.

Czeslaw Milosz, “Forget” (via heteroglossia)

(via fuckyeahexistentialism)

“I found more joy in sorrow
Than you could find in joy.”
Sara Teasdale, from The Answer (via violentwavesofemotion)


L’avventura, Michelangelo Antonioni (1960)

(via olfinnigan)

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