I was born beautiful. What about you?

Cousteau, ‘Jump in the river‘. Fuck music of these days.

Love is the person you think about during the sad songs…

From ‘The Dreamers‘, by Bernardo Bertolucci.

…‘As I came to a screaming
Hold me while I’m dreaming
For my fingers are curling
And I cannot breathe

Then I cried in the kitchen
How I’d seen your ghost witching
As a soldering blue line
between my eyes…‘

Einfach so…

‘Needle in the Hay‘, Elliott Smith sequence from Wes Anderson’s ‘The Royal Tenenbaums‘.

‘Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is … ‘

(WB Yeats)