Dear Diary, my teen-angst bullshit now has a body count
La Haine (1995) dir. Mathieu Kassovitz
"River was totally different," Van Sant continues. "He has this kind of Mozart quality of just burying himself completely in research. He does it through a sort of osmosis; everything you give him feeds into this plant that’s growing out of the information he’s got. He tape-records things, and talks to people; he has his own sources. It’s more tactile: River will create something out of mixed media – film, writing, records, people talking, this whole wild thing. With Keanu, you give him a book, he’ll read the book. River might read part of the book, and if he’s interested he’ll read the whole book. Keanu will read what you give him like you were giving him instructions: he follows them."
Thinking about relocating to another planet or maybe just the moon.
-Why should I give a shit about you?
'Cause I'm starred up and very fucking violent
Crooklyn (Spike Lee, 1994)
I am selfish, private and easily bored. Will this be a problem?
Neil Gaiman || A Study in Emerald (via socratic-thinker)
I understand. That’s the trouble. I understand. I’ll understand all the time. All day and all night. Especially all night. I’ll understand. You don’t have to worry about that.
Ernest Hemingway, Winner Take Nothing (via likeafieldmouse)
Etel Adnan: “We project our longings on the horizon’s precarious line.”
Life is wonderfully, horribly complicated. Social media, on the other hand, works in binary code in more than one sense. Outrage, disgust and indignation are short, curt emotions; they are much simpler and shorter to express than empathy, understanding and compassion. They also…
Revolutionary Road (2008), dir. Sam Mendes"Do you?"