eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

(...) How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;
Labour and rest, that equal periods keep;
"Obedient slumbers that can wake and weep;"
Desires compos'd, affections ever ev'n,
Tears that delight, and sighs that waft to Heav'n.
Grace shines around her with serenest beams,
And whisp'ring angels prompt her golden dreams.
For her th' unfading rose of Eden blooms,
And wings of seraphs shed divine perfumes,
For her the Spouse prepares the bridal ring,
For her white virgins hymeneals sing,
To sounds of heav'nly harps she dies away,
And melts in visions of eternal day. (...)

| Eloisa to Abelard, by Alexander Pope |

- Hey listen, gimme a kiss.
- Really?
- Yeah, why not, because we're just gonna go home later, right, and then there's gonna be all that tension, we've never kissed before and I'll never know when to make the right move or anything. So we'll kiss now and get it over with, and then we'll go eat. We'll digest our food better.

          (Woody Allen e Diane Keaton, Annie Hall, 1977)

"freedom is what you do with what's been done to you"

jean-paul sartre

Sacha Van Dorssen - Fashion editorial for Vogue UK, 1972

blackbird's song

Take your things, leave somehow.

Blackbird song is over now.

River runs, hands are tied.

Preacher's son,

pack your things, leave somehow.

Desperate song is over now.

Don't be scared

I'm still here.

No more time for crying tears.

“It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.”

― Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

are we instruments of fate?

fred astaire meets radiohead

last flowers

Appliances have gone berserk

I cannot keep up

Treading on people's toes

Snot-nosed little punk

And I can't face the evening straight

You can't offer me escape

Houses move and houses speak

If you take me there you'll get relief

Relief, relief, relief...

And if I'm gonna talk

I just wanna talk

Please don't interrupt

Just sit back and listen

'cause I can't face the evening straight

You can't offer me escape

Houses move and houses speak

If you take me there you'll get relief

relief, relief, relief, relief, relief...

It's too much

Too bright

Too powerful

Too much

Too bright

Too powerful

Too much

Too bright

Too powerful

Too much

Doors slam Lights black

I see tons of people looking lost and lethal