Time was my Medusa. Time was turning me to stone.
Jeanette Winterson, from 'Weight'
Grief is just love with no place to go.
– unknown // Art piece by Ikenaga Yasunari
A dating service where matching is based on people’s search history exists. You’re a serial killer. You go on a date with a writer.
I think this kind of dancing is so romantic :) after all these years this movie still remains in my heart.
Take Me Home, Country Roads by John Denver except it’s playing from your neighbor’s radio that you can hear from your back porch, which you sit out on to relax in spite of the loud buzzing from the lightbulb and the hoards of moths that flock to it on summer evenings like this.
you still have so many years to meet so many people you never knew you could love so much
an endless list of that can’t-eat, can’t-sleep, reach-for-the-stars, over-the-fence, world series kind of stuff movies
practical magic (1998); ”I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for. I just want someone to love me. I want to be seen. I don’t know. Maybe I had my happiness. I don’t want to believe it but, there is no man, Gilly. Only that moon.”
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