Il est tard. Je cherche mon autre chez-moi, et je prends un chemin que je ne connais pas: Un petit sentier qui longe les usines et la ville entre-coupant par la forêt. Je commence à peine à entrevoir la nature, lorsque tout d'un coup, la nuit tombe. Je suis plongée dans un monde de silence, pourtant je n'ai pas peur. Je m'endors quelques minutes, tout au plus, et quand je me réveille, Le soleil est là et la forêt brille d'une lumière éclatante. Je reconnais cette forêt. Ce n'est pas une forêt ordinaire, c'est une forêt de souvenirs. Mes souvenirs. Cette rivière blanche et sonore, mon adolescence. Ces grands arbres, les hommes que j'ai aimés. Ces oiseaux qui volent, au loin, mon père disparu. Mes souvenirs ne sont plus des souvenirs. Ils sont là, vivants, près de moi, ils dansent et m'enlacent, chantent et me sourient. Je regarde mes mains. Je caresse mon visage, et j'ai 20 ans. Et j'aime comme je n'ai jamais aimé Certified Creepers

So excited for January to come. San Antonio with the boyfriend, turning 21, and starting my last semester of school.

But first I actually have to finish this semester. (╥_╥)

Planning romantic things with le petit ami.

“Martin Scorsese said he was terrified of meeting me. He was serious. He had seen Shivers and Rabid and thought they were devastating. I said, ‘Marty, you’re the guy who made Taxi Driver!’”

– David Cronenberg (via mizoguchi)

Surgical mask help yo.

I think I need to be more cautious about going out in public with people that don’t cover their mouths when they cough, so if anyone can recommend some good surgical masks that would be wonderful.

Also, is anyone else tripping about this respiratory virus because I totally am (?)

You’re looking at the queen of shopping at urban outfitters. Dress and tights for 10.80 💸🙌

You’re looking at the queen of shopping at urban outfitters. Dress and tights for 10.80 💸🙌

cactuseeds:

"In the end we had pieces of the puzzle, but no matter how we put them together, gaps remained. Oddly shaped emptiness mapped by what surrounded them, like countries we couldn’t name. What lingered after them was not life, but the most trivial list of mundane facts. A clock ticking on the wall, a room dim at noon, the outrageousness of a human being thinking only of herself."

The Virgin Suicides, 1999. Directed by Sofia Coppola.