“My winter days are spent forgetting you.”
shoutout to my favorite coping mechanism, isolation
gaza is under attack right now in the middle of the night please don’t let palestinians suffer in silence please stay updated please stay aware. people are trying to trend #GazaUnderAttack on twitter
The heart has its storms, has its seasons of drooping but also its calms and even its times of exaltation. There is a time of sighing and of praying but there is also a time of answer to prayer. Weeping may endure for a night but joy cometh in the morning.
Vincent van Gogh, in a letter to Theo van Gogh, 3 November 1876 (via weltenwellen)
“There was a grand piano, too, and Charles was playing, a glass of whiskey on the seat beside him. He was a little drunk; the Chopin was slurred and fluid, the notes melting sleepily into one another. A breeze stirred the heavy, moth-eaten velvet curtains, ruffling his hair.”
“The same flower that smiles today, tomorrow will be dying.”
st stephen’s cathedral in vienna
It is so cruel that we think we’re wasting time when we’re doing something that we love and that does not have any materialistic returns
There are such things as ghosts. People everywhere have always known that. And we believe in them every bit as much as Homer did. Only now, we call them by different names. Memory. The unconscious. // The Secret History, Donna Tartt
Phantom Thread ; Paul Thomas Anderson
"Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it."
-Michel de Montaigne