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Peter Solarz
Stranger Things

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JVL
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Cosmic Funnies
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we're not kids anymore.

Love Begins
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— Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980 (via lunamonchtuna)

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I just started watching the summer i turned pretty, I get it now. the most angelic face.
DON'T BE WITH HIM. DON'T MARRY HIM. BE WITH ME.
Okay, so #Chrisbriney is heavenly pretty
Weary soul.
Michael Cunningham, The Hours

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You made me think
Like I have less and less to offer.
You made me believe
I am a body that you own.
And I belong to your commands,
As you speak as an Absolute
Dignified; your speech,
Yet gentle and profoundly,
You keep me underneath your paws,
Making me kindly
Sit and smile.
Thus far I see you on the throne.
I can feel how your hair flows down,
But I cough on them,
as they stuck on my throat.
I see you as a king, or a chosen prince
On this one brown majestic horse.
Your posture fine and handsome,
Your delightful laugh,
echos in the neighbour valleys.
You’re exquisite and oh-so charming.
I have never had such sweet chitchat
Like with yours.
I have never felt so little,
Am I Alice in the Wonderland or is it worse?
I’ve never met a Hatter here,
And I missed the bunny.
I only ate from your silver plate
To let the poison taste like honey.
Where did I come from?
I forgot my road back.
And there’s no pill to get bigger
And I can’t fit through the door to your Nightmare Wonderland.
Belle de Jour (Luis Buñuel, 1967)