THE NIGHTLY MIRROR
secretcinema1:

Boy Playing in Hull of Ship, Amsterdam, 1964, Leonard Freed

secretcinema1:

Boy Playing in Hull of ShipAmsterdam, 1964, Leonard Freed

madeofcelluloid:

Scener Ur Ett Äktenskap' (Scenes from a Marriage), Ingmar Bergman (1973)

We’re emotional illiterates. We’ve been taught about anatomy and farming methods in Africa. We’ve learned mathematical formulas by heart. But we haven’t been taught a thing about our souls. We’re tremendously ignorant about what makes people tick.

You’re going to fucking jail Greg.

70sscifiart:

Moebius

70sscifiart:

Moebius

The river is within us, the sea is all about us
T. S. Eliot, “The Dry Salvages” (via mitochondria)

Blue is the Warmest Color (2013)

Backward or forward, eternity is the same; already have we been the nothing we dread to be.
Herman Melville (via likeafieldmouse)

Have to watch myself today. Feeling ill humored.

The flowers are gone at this hour, and the sun must be reflecting off something to be projecting a circle of light on the wall, bright, unfocused, now dimming. Had a dream I was in a classroom. We stopped on the road in a snow storm and crashed classes. The films were very average but obscure. Bill Cosby made a cameo appearance as some kind of abstract cartoon character I couldn’t understand the shape of. I raised my hand. I was about to say something.