♥ Emma Thompson ♥
Living is a form of not being sure, not knowing what next or how. The moment you know how, you begin to die a little. The artist never entirely knows. We guess. We may be wrong, but we take leap after leap in the dark.
— I went to a lecture that Emma Thompson gave about screenwriting last night, and right at the end someone asked her whether she always knows what the endings of her stories are going to be when she start writing. She answered by quoting this, originally said by the choreographer Agnes de Mille. (via carolinecrampton)
Here is the handful
of shadow I have brought back to you:
this decay, this hope, this mouthful
of dirt, this poetry.
— Margaret Atwood, “Mushrooms,” from Notes Towards a Poem That Can Never Be Written (via talltales-and-tealeaves)
listen to this dude, seriously.
Poets and their homes
> Oscar Wilde
> Emily Dickinson
> Walt Whitman
> T.S. Eliot
> E.E. Cummings
> Sylvia Plath
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
— T.S. Eliot (via manchannel)
Bob Marley & The Wailers : Could you be loved (1979)
[writes paper] this doesnt make any sense [prints it] [doesn’t proofread] [hands it in for a grade]
the greatest movie of all time
That one kid that just drops in the last one
how are there people who do not think this man is gorgeous.
God probably made you and said ‘Yes. She’s what I meant to do.’
Beach Daze, Bournemouth
Olympus AF-10 | 35mm | Lomo Color Negative | 400ASA