blessed frivolity

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o’er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express,

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!"

CHERNOBYL (2019)

“LE JEUNE HOMME ET LA MORT” choreographed by Roland Petit performed by Mikhail Baryshnikov & Florence Faure

“Black Phillip, I conjure thee to speak to me. Speak as thou dost speak to Jonas and Mercy. Dost thou understand my English tongue? Answer me.” | “What dost thou want?” | “What canst thou give?” | “Wouldst thou like the taste of butter? A pretty dress? Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?” | “Yes.” | “Wouldst thou like to see the world?” | “What will you from me?” | “Dost thou see a book before thee?... Remove thy shift.” | “I cannot write my name.” | “I will guide thy hand.”

leo’s 7k celebration!

𝐸𝓃𝒹𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 (𝟪/∞)