“Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.”
— Arthur Rimbaud
— Arthur Rimbaud
— David Lynch
— Massimo Vingelli
(Source: , via crrrrr)
Riley schools us all. #Dead.
via larssss: “This is America. My president is black and my Lambo is blue.”
Am speechless. (Shudders down my spine)
"When Celine and Jesse parted, they didn’t know each other’s last names or addresses — they staked everything on that promise to meet again in six months. We find out what happened in Vienna in December, but we also find out that Celine studied for several years at New York University (just as Delpy did) while Jesse was living there (just as Hawke was). “In the months heading up to my wedding, I was thinking of you,” he tells her. He even thought he saw her once, in the deli at 17th and Broadway. She knows the deli. Maybe he did. What they are really discussing, as they trade these kinds of details, is the possibility that they missed a lifetime they were intended to spent together. Jesse eventually confesses that he wrote his book and came to Paris for a book signing because that was the only way he could think of to find her again. A little later, in a subtle moment of body language, she reaches out to touch him and then pulls back her hand before he sees it. All this time they are walking and talking. Down streets, through gardens, past shops, into a cafe, out of the cafe, toward the courtyard where she has the flat she has lived in for four years. And it is getting later, and the time for his flight is approaching, just as he had to catch the train in Vienna. But what is free will for, if not to defy our plans? “Baby, you are gonna miss that plane,” she says."
— House of Leaves, by Mark Z. Danielewski
Certainly there are very real differences between us, of race, sex, age, sexuality, class, vision. But it is not the differences between us that tear us apart, destroying the commonalities we share. Rather, it is our refusal to examine the distortions which arise from their misnaming, and from the illegitimate usage of those differences which can be made when we do not claim them nor define them for ourselves.
— Simone de Beauvoir
— The Puppet Master
Ghost in the Shell, 1995
— Bill Shankly