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“my god, my god, whose performance am I watching? how many people am I? who am I? what is this space between myself and myself?” — fernando pessoa, from the book of disquiet

bookmarks:
a ~ books (braindump)
travel (current daydreams)
notes (favourites 2024)
notes (to craft & create)
moony films (2024)
  • jack twist: I wish I knew how to quit you. brokeback mountain
  • carol aird: my angel... flung out of space. carol
  • oliver tate: her new boyfriend has an incredibly long neck. just thinking about giraffes makes me angry. submarine
  • oliver tate: dear jordana. thank you for letting me explore your perfect body. I could drink your blood, you are the only person that I would allow to be shrunken down to a microscopic size and swim inside me in a tiny submersible machine. we have lost our virginity but it wasn't like losing anything. you are too good for me, you are too good for anyone. sincerely, oliver. submarine
  • mike waters: well, I don't know. I mean... I mean, for me, I could love someone even if I, you know, wasn't paid for it... I love you, and... you don't pay me. my own private idaho
  • mr. darcy: you have bewitched me in body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. pride and prejudice
  • roy batty: I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. attack ships on fire off the shoulder of orion. I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the tannhäuser gate. all those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. time to die. blade runner
  • mr. pearlman: we rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster that we go bankrupt by the age of 30 and have less to offer each time we start with someone new. but to make yourself feel nothing so as not to feel anything—what a waste! [...] just remember, our hearts and our bodies are given to us only once, and before you know it, your heart’s worn out. and as for your body, there comes a point when no one looks at it, much less wants to come near it. right now, there’s sorrow, pain; don’t kill it, and with it, the joy you’ve felt. call me by your name
  • louise banks: so, hannah... this is where your story begins. the day they departed. despite knowing the journey... and where it leads... I embrace it. and I welcome every moment of it. arrival
  • dr. frank n furter: don't dream it, be it. the rocky horror picture show
  • nick dunne: you fucking cunt! amy dunne: I'm the cunt you married. the only time you liked yourself was when you were trying to be someone this cunt might like. gone girl
  • kat stratford: I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. but mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all. 10 things I hate about you
  • william s. burroughs: show me the man who is both sober and happy, and I will show you the crinkled anus of a lying asshole. kill your darlings
  • allen ginsberg: somethings once you've loved them become yours forever. and if you try to let them go they only circle back and return to you. they become apart of who you are... lucien carr: or they destroy you. kill your darlings
  • mr. darcy: so what do you recommend, to encourage affection? elizabeth bennet: dancing. even if one's partner is barely tolerable. pride and prejudice
  • the cool girl monologue from gone girl
dec 28 2020 ∞
apr 8 2024 +