littletroubledreo:

Lost Highway, David Lynch (1997)

Soundtrack This Mortal Coil, Song to the Siren

nevver:

What we’re reading

nevver:

What we’re reading

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Cannibal Holocaust (1980)

Cannibal Holocaust (1980)

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maelmorrdha:

Brock and Chest - my boys.

maelmorrdha:

Brock and Chest - my boys.

cinemagreats:

Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call - New Orleans (2009) - Directed by Werner Herzog

"I have blown off entire careers because I didn’t want to get out of bed that day."

Louis C.K. (via timetoputonashow)

“I want to be your friend, and it’s okay with me that there’s nothing else. But can I just - can I just tell you one time the way I feel about you? Pamela, I’m in love with you. Yeah, it’s that bad. You’re so beautiful to me. Shut up. Let me tell you. Let me. Every time I look at your face or even remember it, it wrecks me. And the way you are with me - and you’re just fun, and you shit all over me, and you make fun of me, and you’re real. I don’t have enough time in any day to think about you enough. I feel like I’m going to live a thousand years because that’s how long it’s going to take me to have one thought about you, which is that I’m crazy about you, Pamela. I don’t want to be with anybody else. I don’t. I really don’t. I don’t think about women anymore. I think about you. I had a dream the other night that you and I were on a train. We were on this train and you were holding my hand. That’s the whole dream. You were holding my hand. And I felt you holding my hand. I woke up and I couldn’t believe it wasn’t real. I’m sick in love with you, Pamela. It’s like a condition. It’s like polio. I feel like I’m going to die if I can’t be with you. And I can’t be with you, so I’m going to die, and I don’t care. Because I was brought into existence to know you, and that’s enough. The idea that you would want me back, it’s, like, greedy. I’m doing a bad job at this.”

“I want to be your friend, and it’s okay with me that there’s nothing else. But can I just - can I just tell you one time the way I feel about you? Pamela, I’m in love with you. Yeah, it’s that bad. You’re so beautiful to me. Shut up. Let me tell you. Let me. Every time I look at your face or even remember it, it wrecks me. And the way you are with me - and you’re just fun, and you shit all over me, and you make fun of me, and you’re real. I don’t have enough time in any day to think about you enough. I feel like I’m going to live a thousand years because that’s how long it’s going to take me to have one thought about you, which is that I’m crazy about you, Pamela. I don’t want to be with anybody else. I don’t. I really don’t. I don’t think about women anymore. I think about you. I had a dream the other night that you and I were on a train. We were on this train and you were holding my hand. That’s the whole dream. You were holding my hand. And I felt you holding my hand. I woke up and I couldn’t believe it wasn’t real. I’m sick in love with you, Pamela. It’s like a condition. It’s like polio. I feel like I’m going to die if I can’t be with you. And I can’t be with you, so I’m going to die, and I don’t care. Because I was brought into existence to know you, and that’s enough. The idea that you would want me back, it’s, like, greedy. I’m doing a bad job at this.”

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"Sometimes we have the absolute certainty there’s something inside us that’s so hideous and monstrous that if we ever search it out we won’t be able to stand looking at it. But it’s when we’re willing to come face to face with that demon that we face the angel."

Hubert Selby, Last Exit to Brooklyn (via jdordavid)

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Black Sabbath – Planet Caravan (248 plays)

satchit-ananda:

Black Sabbath - Planet Caravan

We sailed through endless skies
Stars shine like eyes
The black night sighs
The moon in silver trees
Falls down in tears

Light of the night
The earth, a purple blaze
Of sapphire haze in orbital ways

While down below the trees
Bathed in cool breeze
Silver starlight breaks dawn from night
And so we pass on by
The crimson eye of great god Mars
As we travel the universe

"Occasionally I looked at the sky, where the stars were fading and the pink light of the morning was beginning to spread behind a dark bank of clouds. But my mind clung to my wife’s image, imagining it with an uncanny acuteness. I heard her answering me, saw her smile, her frank and encouraging look. Real or not, her look was then more luminous than the sun which was beginning to rise."

Viktor E. Frankl, Man’s Search For Meaning (via imlostineverything)