definegodliness · a day ago
I want to live, But I no longer know what living is. All I have are Sideline motion pictures Somewhat mnemonic, but Not of any real assistance. I have been watching bees, And flowers, and birds, and Ants marching; I have been cloud gazing To believe in big changes When I remember looking up Is an option. I have been watching From the quiet sideline of life; Beauty struck, often, But still I know nothing Of honey making, or blooming; Good things when they happen To good people. I still don't know how and when To spread my silver wings When I plummet Again. I know nothing Of having a place in this world; Of marching toward a common goal; I take too many paths unpaved. I walk alone. Sometimes I remember To look up, as if with my head up high, But I still can't believe in Big changes. Nature should be the best teacher But nature never taught me How to be human.
--- 7-8-2022, M.A. Tempels ©
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dreaminginthedeepsouth · a day ago
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Last Look Alex Fruehmann White curtain
[Edward HOPPER e i luoghi dell'anima]
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"A psychiatrist once told me that I just needed to get through the next hour. Just try to survive any depression or doubt for an hour. Then a day. Then, slowly, I might find myself able to live my life without drinking or taking a pill or snorting something or making a scene so grand that it might obliterate what I was feeling. But I can't make it through an hour without commenting on the hour; without noting how the hour felt and what it provided in emotion or color or knowledge. I can't survive a day without being aware of how hurtful life really is all the time, day in and day out. I simply can't understand how people get through it without something to dull the edges and cloud the vision. The only heaven we may ever know lies in those pretty bottles and the woozy grip on reality their contents provide."
--Tennessee Williams  
[Follies Of God]
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charitydingle · 8 months ago
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Émotion — 1966, dir. Nobuhiko Obayashi
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memoryslandscape · 2 months ago
What is a ghost? A tragedy condemned to repeat itself time and again? A moment of pain, perhaps. Something dead which still seems to be alive. An emotion suspended in time.”
Guillermo del Toro, from the screenplay The Devil’s Backbone (Anhelo Producciones, 2001)
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bluefuckboy · 4 months ago
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Okay but what’s so sad about this is he had no choice. He obviously didn’t want to die on Sekoto, but now everything has been taken away from him.
He’ll never be able to master his quirk. He’ll never be good enough for Endeavor. Even the people who saved his life said he wasn’t good enough.
Clearly he’s been suffering for so long. The physical pain and trauma is obvious. But imagine the mental anguish he’s gone through. Not to mention being in a coma for 3 years during years that are pretty crucial to child development. Age 13 to 16 are critical years, especially when it comes to social and emotional development.
All this to say, if you still think Dabi is a psychotic arsonist who just enjoys killing people for fun, check yourself. And get out. Door’s over there.
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haleyincarnate · 3 months ago
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Quote by Alex Elle
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dilfbogarde · 11 months ago
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emotion (1966) dir. nobuhiko obayashi
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the-cinder-fields · 9 months ago
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Geneviève Daël, À l'abandon(Abandonned)
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nobrashfestivity · 9 months ago
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Nobuhiko Ôbayashi, Emotion 1966
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wembomusic · 2 months ago
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definegodliness · 4 months ago
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I knew you were it; From the second I saw you I knew you were it; Something short-circuited And at the same time Everything fell into place. I knew I would love you forever, But I loved you like a kid, I did; I just never considered One of us could stand to Ever lose a love like this; I never once considered I could lose you. I never once considered you would leave, Until you did.
--- 10-4-2022, M.A. Tempels ©
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writingraven · a month ago
Vocabulary • Synonyms
note: these words have different connotations
↦ acrid
↦ acrimonious
↦ aggravated
↦ belligerent
↦ betrayed
↦ bitter
↦ boiling
↦ burning
↦ caustic
↦ cross
↦ disgusted
↦ displeased
↦ exasperated
↦ ferocity
↦ foaming
↦ frustration
↦ fuming
↦ fury
↦ hateful
↦ hostile
↦ hot
↦ indigent
↦ irate
↦ irked
↦ livid
↦ loathsome
↦ offended
↦ peeved
↦ perturbed
↦ rabid
↦ rage
↦ rancorous
↦ raving
↦ resentful
↦ resistant
↦ scornful
↦ seething
↦ smoldering
↦ spiteful
↦ steaming
↦ ticked
↦ vengeful
↦ vexed
↦ wrathful
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notasoupcompany · 10 months ago
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memoryslandscape · 22 days ago
I miss FEELING in so much of the fiction I see in workshops, and I grow quickly bored with writing that is striving only to be SMART; I think this comes from a misplaced idea about what the craft and art are really about: it’s easy enough to suppose, for instance, that a writer as smart and as itchily resourceful as James Joyce wouldn’t be caught dead at the scene of an emotion–but that is a drastically mistaken reading of the work; I defy you to look at any of the dozens of scenes in Ulysses, especially Molly’s Soliloquy, or any of the brilliant scenes in DUBLINERS, especially those lines in the last scene of “The Dead,” without being moved all the way down to your DNA. I sometimes think there’s something rather timid, finally, about striving to be so terribly glib and ‘smart’ in one’s writing all the time, and I remember Conrad’s comment about having the courage to hold up a single human moment in the light of a sincere mood.
Richard Bausch
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haleyincarnate · 4 months ago
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Quote by Charles Bukowski
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