#l’amica geniale

[asavnazstory]

[folkloristico]

whoever was in charge of this casting deserves a raise a kiss on the check and my unconditional love

[elvislefilm]

I miss my lesbians (Lila & Lenu)

[reginaphalange2403]

They’re everything to me if you even care

[jobey-wan-kenobi]

I’m not putting Nino Sarratore coz he's just sooo fun to hate that I expect he’d run away with the poll and there are definitely candidates here who ought to beat him (not to defend Nino or anything, he’s a trashbag, but c’mon).

[pristina-nomine]

I love you protagonists that feel like secondary characters in their own story I love you biased narrators that go in and out of the narrative I love you characters always in the background of events I love you characters that silently observe and judge everyone

[themindisapowerfulmotif]

1. // 2. Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart // 3. Simone Weil, An Anthology of Selected Writings // 4. // 5. Czesław Miłosz, from “The Song.” // 6. L’Amica Geniale, Those Who Leave And Those Who Stay // 7. Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 // 8. Third Eye - Florence + The Machine, art by @sunsbleeding // 9. Susan Sontag, Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1964 // 10. Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays

[printempsdessens]

Lila and Lenu through the years

[lilidawnonthemoon]

[kerosene7777]

“You still waste time with those things, Lenu? We are flying over a ball of fire. The part that has cooled floats on the lava. On that part we construct the buildings, the bridges, and the streets, and every so often the lava comes out of Vesuvius or causes an earthquake that destroys everything. There are microbes everywhere that make us sick and die. There are wars. There is a poverty that makes us all cruel. Every second something might happen that will cause you such suffering that you'll never have enough tears. And what are you doing? A theology course in which you struggle to understand what the Holy Spirit is? Forget it, it was the Devil who invented the world, not the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit”

[forselaluna]

“Mi convinsi, all’improvviso, che senza accorgermene avevo intercettato i sentimenti di Lila.

Era impegnata in una lotta misteriosa per distruggere la vita che Stefano voleva inserirle per forza.

Non voleva diventare come le nostre madri, e vicine di casa, e parenti. Parevano aver perso i connotati femminili. Erano state mangiate dal corpo dei mariti, dei padri, dei fratelli a cui finivano per assomigliare.

Cominciava con le gravidanze questa trasformazione? Con il lavoro domestico? Con le mazzate? Dal viso delicato di Lila sarebbe schizzato fuori suo padre? E dal mio corpo, sarebbero emersi i miei genitori?”.

[rotzaprachim]

realisation that lenú and lila l’amica geniale are the equal and opposite reaction to tenoch and Julio y tu mamá también

[khafeira]

„La smarginatura”

The thing was happening to her that I mentioned and that she later called dissolving margins. It was — she told me — as if, on the night of a full moon over the sea, the intense black mass of a storm advanced across the sky, swallowing every light, eroding the circumference of the moon’s circle, and disfiguring the shining disk, reducing it to its true nature of rough insensate material. Lila imagined, she saw, she felt — as if it were true — her brother break. Rino, before her eyes, lost the features he had had as long as she could remember, the features of the generous, candid boy, the pleasing features of the reliable young man, the beloved outline of one who, as far back as she had memory, had amused, helped, protected her. There, amid the violent explosions, in the cold, in the smoke that burned the nostrils and the strong odor of sulfur, something violated the organic structure of her brother, exercising over him a pressure so strong that it broke down his outlines, and the matter expanded like a magma, showing her what he was truly made of. Every second of that night of celebration horrified her, she had the impression that, as Rino moved, as he expanded around himself, every margin collapsed and her own margins, too, became softer and more yielding. She struggled to maintain control, and succeeded: on the outside her anguish hardly showed.

— My brilliant friend, s01e04 „Dissolving margins”, (dir. Saverio Costanzo) [photo]

— Elena Ferrante, My brilliant friend [quote]

[imnotviciousreally]

[reginaphalange2403]

never forgetting the moment I was reading Story of the Lost Child sitting on the floor outside my dorm room cause my weird roommate was phone fucking her bf and got to the part where Tina went missing/“died” and literally put the book down and stared at the wall for a solid few minutes before breaking down into tears.

[pristina-nomine]

Tre Lenù!

(Ingrid Del Genio, Elisa Del Genio, Margherita Mazzucco)