I do not aim with my hand

Nothing, like something, happens everywhere

It’s actually the souls of the trees we’re seeing in the winter. In summer everything is green and idyllic but in the winter, the branches and the trunks all stand out. Just look at how crooked they all are. The branches have to carry all the leaves to the sunlight. That’s one long struggle for survival.

Nymphomaniac vol I (2013)

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"For me love was just lust with jealousy added; everything else was total nonsense. For every hundred crimes committed in the name of love, only one is committed in the name of sex." - Nymphomaniac (2013)

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"We pass the time of day to forget how time passes." - Amelie (2001)

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Ok I lied we actually listened to Bound 2 for an hour and a half while making cheese and getting drunk and then we filmed a bizarre music video for it

Deerhunter - Sleepwalking

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3 days ago - 8

I am flirting with a guy by talking about science fiction I have few times been happier

I’ve been listening to Deerhunter all night and its rather nice while drinking

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Hey guys, I’m going to be away, at a five day long Buddhist festival in the south called Zorba, see you then

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Fairport Convention - Who Knows Where The Time Goes?

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1 week ago - 20
My friend and I hiking Mount Arbel in the upper Galilee. The view was amazing!

My friend and I hiking Mount Arbel in the upper Galilee. The view was amazing!

So to become a poet in the modern world is to trust that a poem is one of the essential messages you send right back at modernity. A poem is a means to define modernity. And it’s your poems that remind us not only of our individuated ecstasies and trials but also of the shared and granular images and stories of human experience.

David Biespiel’s Poetry Wire: The Poet’s Journey: Chapter I (via therumpus)

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