Floating in the vacuum with no purpose

there are none

don’t become an adult

stay a child forever

“My mother boils seawater. It sits all afternoon simmering on the stovetop, almost two gallons in a big soup pot. The windows steam up and the house smells like a storm. In the evening, a crust of salt is all that’s left at the bottom of the pot. My mother scrapes it out with a spoon. We each lick a fingertip and dip them in the salt and it’s softer than you’d think, less like sand and more like snow. We lay our fingertips on our tongues, right in the middle. It tastes like salt but like something else, too—wide, and dark. It tastes like drowning, or like falling asleep on the shore and only waking up when the tide has come up to your feet and you wonder if you’d gone on sleeping, would you have sunk?”

André Kertész

En haut de la tour Eiffel : deux amoureux enlacés embrassant Paris du regard, 1929

intheoppositeside:

Want to see Shawshank Redemption

And complete Lord of Rings

And Star Wars

Gone with the Wind

Pearl Harbour

Letters from Iwa Jima

The Godfather

Saving Private Ryan

Forrest Gump

The Hobbit

Schindler’s list

Pulp Fiction

Psycho

The Pianist

1984

The Avengers

Anatomy of a Murder

The Exorcist

Shutter Island

Game of Thrones Series