Sylvia Plath, From The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath; Entry No. 102

To a Kinder World. by @HerrinAlexander

In the Mood for Love (2000, dir. Wong Kar-Wai)

What football will look like in the future

Something is terribly wrong. Something is terribly wrong. Something is terribly wrong. Something is terribly wrong.

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Friend going back to uk, went there with another friend, got back, eating kfc now and then going for brutalist, Les gooooo!!!!!

Also you know the answer, we both are fools for each other<3

Feeling better now :)

and this isn't coherent at all but im just thinking about. well aira died. for like 10 minutes she was dead. you see this child who's seen death at such a young age, you see her growing up, trying to make her mom proud, trying to be the perfect girl, and then she dies. and when she comes back there's another story like hers but on the opposite side, the weary adult side, a mirror to hers but distorted. it isn't her mom, it will never be, and all the memories of her are hazy and bright and these new memories of a life that isn't hers but could have been in some other life, these memories are dark and sharp and sting, and she's never going to see her mom again. or maybe she did, a brief glimpse in the darkness when her heart stopped beating. and that has to be enough. so she does what she has always done. she loves. and she remembers.

SEVERANCE + actor improvisation

Reading normal people rn and after three quarters of the book my frustration is so real, seeing Marianne's love interests so fucked up and Connell's misinterpretation of the situations is making me sick to the core. I still love being suffocated though 🫶

These heart palpitations are annoying af

— Susan Sontag, from “Death Kit,” (1967) (via lunamonchtuna)