You’ll Hear Me Howling Outside Your Door

Call me by your name (2017)

Edward Hopper

Drawings, 1920s

from Bhanu Kapil’s The Vertical Interrogation of Strangers

inscription that i am obsessed with

Nikolay Punin, from a diary entry featured in The Diaries of Nikolay Punin: 1904 - 1953

When Jaun Elia wrote:

'کیا ستم ہے کہ اب تری صورت

غور کرنے پہ یاد آتی ہے'

And when Taylor Swift said:

'And though I can't recall your face

I still got love for you'

I realised that sometimes even if our brain wipes out some people from our memories...the love we have for them still remains intact in our hearts...

season one episode twelve, “later” / francis forever by mitski / boot theory by richard siken / three women by sylvia plath / making amends by @holly-warbs / the cart by mary ruefle / love as depicted by subwayhands on instagram / season six episode sixteen, “nice while it lasted”

Thomas Bernhard - Drei Tage(1970) dir. Ferry Radax

If you persevere, in time you will have an entirely different problem – not that life is meaningless, but rather that life has almost too much meaning. As the scales fall from your eyes the world rushes into focus, presenting itself with a kind of vibrational eloquence that can, at first, be almost overwhelming. Everything shimmers, everything clarifies, everything wrestles for your attention. Trees feel super-real, their roots plunged into the earth, their branches stretching to the sky, birds are flesh and blood souls, fragile with life, the sky unfolds and rolls, the ocean crashes, people fascinate, books are beautiful, children are whirling dynamos of chaos, dogs bark and cats meow, flowers shout, your neighbour glows, and God runs like a helix through all things. The world awaits you, humming with meaning. You are alive with potential. You are not dead.

— Nick Cave on getting clean, Red Hand Files #258