stop & breathe

j-g-l:

To wake up from that after, after years, after decades… after we’d become old souls thrown back into youth like that… I knew something was wrong with her. She just wouldn’t admit it. Eventually, she told me the truth. She was possessed by an idea, this one, very simple idea, that changed everything. That our world wasn’t real. That she needed to wake up to come back to reality, that, in order to get back home, we had to kill ourselves.

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reveriewit:

#but can we take a moment to appreciate how tony has taken the time to program a trash can like this

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rufussixsmith:

Favourite quotes from Cloud Atlas book: Sunt lacrimae rerum

Luger here. Thirteen minute to go. Feel trepidation, naturally, but my love of this coda is stronger. An electrical thrill that, like Adrian, I know I am to die. Rome’ll decline and fall again, Cortazar’ll sail again and, later, Ewing will too, Adrian’ll be blown to pieces again, you and I’ll sleep under Corsican stars again, I’ll come to Bruges again, fall in and out of love with Eva again, you’ll read this letter again, the Sun’ll grow cold again. Nietzsche’s gramophone record. When it ends, the Old One plays it again, for and eternity of eternities. Time cannot permeate this sabbatical. We do not stay dead long. Once my Luger lets me go, my birth, next time around, will be upon me in a heartbeat. In thirteen years from now we’ll meet again at Gresham, ten years later I’ll be back in this same room, holding the same gun, composing this same letter, my resolution as perfect as my many-headed sextet. Such elegant certainties comfort me.

Sunt lacrimae rerum.
R.F.

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“We’re in love. We just want to be together. What’s wrong with that?”

Neverending List of Favorite Films | Moonrise Kingdom

Moonrise Kingdom stills

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