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Thelonius Monk (1964)

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Maggie Cheung on the set of Wong Kar-wai's In the Mood for Love (2000).

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The Devils (1971) | dir. Ken Russell

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There comes a moment, a few years forward. Precision of memory fails. The exact cadence of their voice, light of their eyes, the way they made their tea. You catch yourself in the midst of a story; you don’t know the next words. They’re not here to ask. Immortalised in grief, they are myth and memory.

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Kurt Vonnegut // Lang Leav // Erica Jong, Becoming Light: Poems New & Selected // @dvoyd // Matt Haig, The Midnight Library // @ojibwa // magazine clipping, on Bronnie Ware's The Top Five Regrets of the Dying // r.h. // F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Basil and Josephine Stories

[Requested by @alwaysanangel-neveragod]

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Helmut Newton - Vogue (Dec. 1975)

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crash (1996)

dir. david cronenberg

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"i love spider-man, it's so kafkaesque" <-guy who thinks kafkaesque means there's a big bug

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Era Enesi Vento

Tra il 2019/2022 

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Mahmoud Darwish, from Journal of an Ordinary Grief (tr. from the Arabic by Ibrahim Muhawi)

[Text ID: A place is not only a geographical area; it's also a state of mind. And trees are not just trees; they are the ribs of childhood.]

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If there is a god, he knows I’m coming. If there is a god, he’s familiar with my screams. Silence is not something I am privilege to. Every molecule of my ache hissed. Every rip of my skin, the crack of my bones, it was all familiar. A lamb waiting for slaughter. A girl in a dark alleyway. The bitter taste of my fury. It was all too familiar. My body, an echo chamber for my screams. I do not have enough time to tell you my story. Listen for the screams. Silence is a privilege.

— Hannah Green, ‘The Opera’.

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Robert Mapplethorpe, Patti Smith, 1978

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life changes fast. life changes in the instant. you sit down to dinner and life as you know it ends.

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Good can be radical; evil can never be radical, it can only be extreme, for it possesses neither depth nor any demonic dimension yet--and this is its horror--it can spread like a fungus over the surface of the earth and lay waste the entire world. Evil comes from a failure to think. It defies thought for as soon as thought tries to engage itself with evil and examine the premises and principles from which it originates, it is frustrated because it finds nothing there. That is the banality of evil.

Hannah Arendt, Eichmann in Jerusalem: A Report on the Banality of Evil, January 1, 1963

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Bill Denbrough

➢“crying out my heart for you” (06.21.2020)

➢”how to be a heartbreaker” (06.25.2020)

➢”sleep-over” (07.15.2020)

➢”the drunken words you spoke last night”* (05.11.2021)

Richie Tozier

➢”stanley’s sister has got it going on” (06.18.2020)

➢”what billy doesn’t know won’t hurt him”* (06.29.2020)

➢”a long time coming”* (07.19.2020)

➢”jealousy is a disease, get well soon”* (07.25.2020)

➢”brother” (08.12.2020)

➢”the act of being a boy-friend” (08.12.2020)

➢”without my enemy, what would i do”* (09.21.2020)

➢”richie tozier gets off a good one”* (10.28.2020)

Stanley Uris

➢”stuck between a rock and a hard place” (07.08.2020)

➢”coward” (08.21.2020)

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Sol Abyssorum