por onde deambulei esta passada quinzena

note to self: editar uma mixtape com as músicas que ouvi repetidamente este verão.

Learn your way around loneliness.

Make a map of it. Sit with it, for once in your life. Welcome to the human experience. But never again use another person’s body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilled yearnings.

Eat, Pray, Love, Elizabeth Gilbert

Stray Dogs

In anger my hair stands on end
And as the rain stops
I launch a shrill cry at the heavens
My valiant heart loses hope
My exploits are naught but mud and dust
And my wanderings but a could under the moon
Regret may turn my still-young head grey
O vainglorious pain!

trailer

"Angelo, that's Twin Peaks"

this gives me shivers everytime. perfect.

(via)

I don't like the idea of "understanding" a film.

I don't believe that rational understanding is an essential element in the reception of any work of art. Either a film has something to say to you or it hasn't. If you are moved by it, you don’t need it explained to you. If not, no explanation can make you moved by it.

by Federico Fellini

as everything unwinds