nothing that belongs to it exists anymore.

Portrait of a boy, half-length, holding a cardinal, Unknown Artist (Oil on oak panel, mid-17th century)

Les Enfants du Paradis, dir. Marcel Carné (1945)

We know that we come from the winds, and that we shall return to them; that all life is perhaps a knot, a tangle, a blemish in the eternal smoothness. But why should this make us unhappy? Let us rather love one another, and work and rejoice. 

Would you like to fuck him, though? In that car?

eyes that light up, eyes look through you / cover up the blank spots / hit me on the head

TALKING HEADS | THIS MUST BE THE PLACE (NAIVE MELODY) Stop Making Sense (1984) | dir. Jonathan Demme

She batted them pretty little eyes at you, and you fell for it like an egg from a tall chicken!