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Seeing this serious, battle-hardened gangster smile while holding his baby girl, being with Annie for all eternity, and finally finding peace makes my heart melt.

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“It still hurts comin back here. But I love you. And I miss you.”

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“It still hurts comin back here. But I love you. And I miss you.”

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Sinners (2025) dir. Ryan Coogler

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SINNERS (2025) dir. Ryan Coogler

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SINNERS 2025, dir. Ryan Coogler

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The soul gets stuck in the body. Can't rejoin the ancestors. Cursed to live here with all this hate. Can't even feel the warmth of a sunrise.

SINNERS (2025) dir. Ryan Coogler

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i am not dramatic—i am dissolving

@kameneva

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Telling stories doesn’t solve anything, doesn’t reassemble broken lives. But perhaps it is a way of understanding the unthinkable. If a story haunts us, we keep telling it to ourselves, replaying it in silence while we shower, while we walk down streets, or in our moments of insomnia.

Valeria Luiselli, Tell Me How It Ends: An Essay in Forty Questions

There are so many things that art can't do. It can't bring the dead back to life, it can't mend arguments between friends, or cure AIDS, or halt the pace of climate change. All the same it does have some extraordinary functions, some odd negotiating ability between people, including people who never meet and yet who infiltrate and enrich each other's lives. It does have a capacity to create intimacy; it does have a way of healing wounds

Olivia Laing, The Lonely City

Clarice Lispector (x)

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“Love has something to do with the notion of being seen — the opposite of invisibility. The invisible, the unwitnessed, the unacknowledged, the isolated, the lonely — these are the unloved. Loving attention illuminates the unseen, escorting them from the frontiers of lovelessness into the observed world. To truly see someone — anyone — is an act that acknowledges and forgives our common and imperfect humanity. Love enacts a kind of vigilant perception — whether it is to a partner, a child, a co-worker, a neighbour, a fellow citizen, or any other person one may encounter in this life. Love says softly — I see you. I recognise you. You are human, as am I.”

— Nick Cave, The Red Hand Files Issue #103

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me on writeblr:

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R.I.P. Jean-Luc Godard

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tested positive for needing a kiss

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