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Was watching the most diabolical Hannibal scenes and my mum kept humming along to the violin while making jam in the kitchen. Duality of man

my favorites in all the movies

THE TRIAL OF OSCAR WILDE

1960

You can watch this free on YouTube !!

Oscar Wilde is at the peak of his career and fame as an artist but has to face downfall when he challenges Lord Queensbury to the court, for defaming him.

#thetrialofoscarwilde#thetrialofoscarwilde1960#oscarwilde

which one of u was going to tell me that tea tastes different if u put it in hot water?

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.

Close up view of Pluto from the New Horizons spacecraft

Cosimo di Giovanni de' Medici (detail) by Bronzino

a summer like call me by your name >>

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”

Rainy days ♡

Berserk (1990) Illustrations: Kentaro Miura

Berserk: Episode 25, 'Time of Eternity' (1997)

poem: learning to listen to your voice

i have not been writing much lately,

for i feel i do not possess the “right” words to say,

and i have been tossing more poems

than i have been finishing—

i am learning that

sometimes not saying anything

is better than saying something

empty—

so i have spent nights sitting,

paying attention to the silence

despite the hundreds of distractions

begging to break the stillness

on account of their desire to be

constantly moving—

yet, i do not want to be the one always speaking,

acting as if i deserve that kind of authority,

just because i want so desperately to avoid

doing nothing—

i have not been writing much lately,

but i am not doing nothing;

in fact,

i am finally learning to listen.

-j.g. edge

It's so frustrating

The way this quote slips through my ribcage and strangles my heart

the miracle of being here

invitation, mary oliver// @arthoesunshine // when death comes, mary oliver//to be alive, gregory ott// the dead poets society(1989), quote: walden, henry david thoreau// joseph campbell// the aeneid, virgil// @babyangel-jpg // @rawjoy //sweet, charles bukowski// that it will never come again, emily dickinson// bjenny montero// ? // ? // moments, mary oliver// madness a bipolar life, marya hornbacher// wild geese, mary oliver// letters to a young poet, rainer maria rilke// on earth we're briefly gorgeous, ocean vuong// @ashstfu // i thought on his desire for three days, linda gregg

loggin back on here, feels like picking up that half read book and continuing with the story line

sorry professor i did not do this asisgnemtn becuase i was too sad! NO consequences please. goodbye

blood on women is sexy if it’s someone else’s. blood on men is sexy if it’s theirs. hope this helps.

ye bhi mazaak hi toh hai

“i love you.” “it’ll pass.”

is THE single most heartbreaking yet real and intense thing ive ever heard phoebe waller bridge u mastermind u r just like me except a genius fleabag is easily one of the most true to life and wonderfully painful tellings of mistakes that ruin relationships, mental health, religion, the chasms between family members that are caused and fixed by the love u share for them. its about extreme loss and the way that can single-handedly effect the rest of ur life and the way u think and act and how u care for others. its just so real.

Me

i gave up, on me

im my only mine

and i gave up on me.

i have no value

and there's no worth to me

my efforts & my work

has proven nothing to me

stranger in the mirror

becoming more unappealing to me

i was my only mine

and i gave up on me

we were great together

for brief of time

it was a fun 'we'

i wasted our time

like gold but free

guess I'll never know myself

and whats holding me back

is this the voice of someone else?

or a deliberate devil inside of me?

well, i should not bother

and get used to things

as they are, maybe.

because, it's my ability

to not change, and waste my youth

probably.

its snowballing downwards

absorbing and destroying everything

the end won't be peaceful

the end won't be prettty

i owe my life to someone else

there is nothing in me

i was my only mine

and i give up, on me

copying.

This guy had the perfect vows.

His vows: "I will kill the spiders. I will share my fries with you when you've finished all yours and are still hungry. I won't ever pop my collar. I will never be rude to your tummy- when I hear it growl and gurgle, I promise to bend down and reply respectfully. I will eat the mushrooms when we order the supreme pizza. I will kiss the papercuts. and the door-slammed finger, and the counter-bumped hip. I’ll try my hardest not to get annoyed when you whisper questions and comments during movies. I will be the big spoon. I will let you win at wrestling. sometimes. other times I will not. I will send you random texts and leave you silly gifts. not always. not on schedule . just whenever I want to. whenever I think you need one. or seven. I will check your tire pressure. and remind you to take your car in. I will hold your hand. I will love you. I will love you. I will love you.

“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

poem: my favorite book

i let you borrow my book

and i am still waiting for it back—

i wonder if you are too afraid

to tell me that you have lost it,

or if you are still reading it and

only got distracted—

does it sit on your shelf gaining dust

like it did on mine till you borrowed it,

are you reading the notes i etched in margins,

are you writing your own?

did you wonder how the spine got so cracked,

how much i must have loved it,

and how i let it go to you

all the same—

it has been months since you took it from

my grasp,

and even though there is no time limit

on its return,

i just want to know,

do you enjoy

my favorite book?

-j.g. edge

"The truth is, I pretend to be a cynic, but I am really a dreamer who is terrified of wanting something she may never get."

—Joanna Hoffman

fuck hustle culture i love not doing anything. i love not getting out of bed i love being late i love not working when im at work and i love watching time dissapear like it’s afraid of me