In Work Song, "no grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her." Addiction, imprisonment, crimes, death itself are no obstacle to love.
10 years later, Too Sweet acknowledges that more mundane obstacles like career, sleep schedule, and lifestyle/personality differences, can break two people apart.
In A Week is a gentle duet, full of nature descriptions, coming to the conclusion that it would be peaceful & romantic to lay down and die together.
10 years later, Wildflower & Barley is a gentle duet, full of nature descriptions, and the awareness that death is all around. But this time, the singers wish to be like the dirt, not to decompose but to work towards growing something new
there's nothing quite like a random piece of media you consumed ages ago and loved at the time but kinda forgot about after coming back to you years later absolutely out of nowhere like "you thought you could forget about me? don't worry! i'm here to be the only thing you care about yet again" and then the cycle repeats
it's fun but also painful because the intensity of the obsession revived makes it hard to focus on anything else like someone get these fictional people out of my head please
It was a great movie on all aspects the writing cinematography and the execution. The way the story was depicted in 3 different povs and all over but still we’re not sure what’s happening.
This was such a pretty movie, I loved it!
bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements
quotes that i think are very trobed coded:
“You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.” - Richard Siken
“Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, “I am falling to the floor crying,” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well.” - Richard Siken
“Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story.” - Richard Siken
“If you love me, Henry, you don’t love me in a way I understand.” - Richard Siken
“I’ve been rereading your story. I think it’s about me in a way that might not be flattering, but that’s okay. We dream and dream of being seen as we really are and then finally someone looks at us and sees us truly and we fail to measure up. Anyway: story received, story included. You looked at me long enough to see something mysterioso under all the gruff and bluster. Thanks. Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.” - Richard Siken
“You go to work the next day pretending nothing happened.
Your co-workers ask
if everything's okay and you tell them
you're just tired.
And you're trying to smile. And they're trying to smile.” - Richard Siken
“He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand.” - Richard Siken
“When does a war end? When can I say your name and have it mean only your name and not what you left behind?” - Ocean Vuong
“I miss you more than I remember you.” - Ocean Vuong
“Sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you’ve been ruined.” - Ocean Vuong
“What were you before you met me?”
“I think I was drowning.”
“And what are you now?”
“Water.” - Ocean Vuong
“You love him. The story still ends.
So please, I beg you,
he is all that I have,
and you have so many heroes,
and the world has so many more.
Let him be soft. And let him be mine.” - Pencap
“Yes, yes, yes, I do like you. I am afraid to write the stronger word.” - Virginia Woolf
“I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’” - Azra T.
“Good news, I love you anyway. All the mess and fuss of you. All the stray hairs and uneven smiles. I love your laugh and your sigh and the way you sing along with the music. It’s all lovable. It feels so good to love you.” - Redinkskinned
“Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway.” - Sade Andria Zabala
“There is something wrong with you. There is something wrong with you that is also wrong with me.” - Hera Lindsay Bird
“I’m afraid of a lot of things, but mostly, most sincerely, I am afraid of being completely unraveled by you, and you finding nothing you want in there.” - L M Dorsey
“And I guess I realized at that moment that I really did love her. Because there was nothing to gain, and that didn’t matter.” - from “The Perks of Being a Wallflower” by Stephen Chbosky
“I just want you to know that you’re very special. And the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has.” - from “The Perks of Being a Wallflower” by Stephen Chbosky
“You are all the colors in one, at full brightness.” - from “All The Bright Places” by Jennifer Niven
“You make me lovely.” - from “All The Bright Places” by Jennifer Niven
“You know what I like about you? You’re interesting. You’re different. And I can talk to you. Don’t let that go to your head.”
“…You know what I like about you? Everything.” - from “All The Bright Places” by Jennifer Niven
“I love you.”
“It’ll pass.” - from “Fleabag” (2016-2019) by Phoebe Waller-Bridge
“I sit here on the couch, waiting.
Waiting for this to pass.
Days go by and I’m still here. Waiting.
You sit there, nothing changes.
I wait with bared teeth.
I wait.
I wait.
I wait.
I wait for you.”
“I’ll take care of you.”
“It’s rotten work.”
“Not to me. Not if it’s you.” - Anne Carson
“If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.” - Jane Austen
graves grow no green that you can use.
gwendolyn brooks
the ending of the fifth volume has forever changed me. i’m a changed man.
The Guanyin temple confession is maybe my favorite scene of any piece of media I've ever consumed because it's so unpredictable.
You got the villain just halting his evil plot, full stop, in the middle of his gloating speech, no less, because "What do you MEAN you guys aren't even together?! What?! No, no, no, there won't be any romantic misunderstanding in my hostage situation! Honey, tell him!"
And then the calmest, most polite character alive procceeds to go his version of apeshit on this punk like "my brother like-likes you, you fucking pinecone! You useless twink! We all thought you were a hoe but you are just an imbecile!" (Which is a nice parallel to the Jiang brothers' hatred for the peacock, but I digress)
And THEN, when it's the perfect moment for a climatic love confession, homeboy goes and screams for everyone to hear that he... really wanted that dick, Hanguang-jun! Where's love? Who cares? WWX wants to ride you like a carnival ride: sticky and filthy and multiple times.
It's a wonder that Xichen didn't yank that string from Jing GuangYao to strangle WWX himself.
This has been my favorite addition, I cackled like a seal irl lol