on all levels but physical, i am bathing in a bath of rose petals in an abandoned castle with candles illuminating the room and calming but eerie piano music plays from a room down the corridor. i am at peace and the snow is falling outside
I overthink.
I over love.
I over feel.
I'm the sea or I'm nothing.
“burn it all.”
Rohinton Mistry, A Fine Balance
You know what? FUCK WORK I’m going to walk around a CEMETERY while reading POETRY!
I will tell it to you one day and you'll see everything make sense. And please embrace me and whisper sweet things to me.
playing violin in the big room with vintage furniture, wearing silk bathrobe, reading books about art, drinking black coffee with your friends and discussing the last visit to museum
p.s: photos are not mine! If you know the owner, write me, please!
Phantom Thread ; Paul Thomas Anderson
“‘You said I killed you — haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe — I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always — take any form — drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, god! It is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!’”
Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë