hi im alex. these are the things i love: any situation that calls for staying up all night and watching films - music - books - movies - the radio dept. - taking showers at night with the lights out and windows open - dreaming - dreams - morning coffee - ferry rides - train rides - road trips - flatlands - mountains - windstorms - lightningstorms - the feminine shoulder - abandoned buildings - bridges - restricted areas - airports - flying - being in a plane and looking down on cloudworld - photography - lomography - people that are interesting, but not self-interested - old houses - playing wine glasses to the delight/annoyance of all in the room - hugging people - kising people - cool breeze - fresh cut grass - night walks - watching the stars - kids on swingsets - kids in general - not having kids - dogs - cats - all animals (except bees and snakes) - the first day of summer - memories - pizza
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It’s about moments in life that are great but don’t last. They don’t go on, but you always have the memory and they have an effect on you. That’s what I was thinking about.
— Sofia Coppola on Lost In Translation (via nostomaniac)

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cuteyahooanswers:

I want to talk to her so badly, but I just can’t bring myself to say anything to her, and it pisses me off.

Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.
— Brian Eno (via form1a)

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I know. I’m very hard to talk to. I realize that.
— J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via 14poets)

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fuckyeahbehindthescenes:

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