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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I have noticed that when all the lights are on, people tend to talk about what they are doing – their outer lives. Sitting round in candlelight or firelight, people start to talk about how they are feeling – their inner lives. They speak subjectively, they argue less, there are longer pauses. To sit alone without any electric light is curiously creative. I have my best ideas at dawn or at nightfall, but not if I switch on the lights – then I start thinking about projects, deadlines, demands, and the shadows and shapes of the house become objects, not suggestions, things that need to done, not a background to thought.
— Jeanette Winterson, Why I adore the night
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Writers and filmakers, that is, people who describe the world, suffer from an occupational disease. They never experience moments in life quite spontaneously. You always look at yourself from the outside. Even as a child I always observed myself and the world. I believe that everyone who chooses this path in any way, who chooses to be a describer of life, suffers from this condition. It’s like a mental obsession. It can be a great pity too. It robs you of a certain joy in spontaneity.
— Michael Haneke, from My Life (2009)

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The wine would make my feet feel soft and buzzy like hummingbirds. I loved to take a little drink and then sit on the fire escape. It felt like there were toads in the wind that whispered, “Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me.”
— Heather O’Neill, Lullabies for Little Criminals (via nineteencigarettes)

I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room
where everyone finally gets what they want.
You said Tell me about your books, your visions made
of flesh and light
and I said This is the Moon. This is
the Sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you
there. The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar
cube…
We were in the gold room where everyone
finally gets what they want, so I said What do you
want, sweetheart?
and you said Kiss me. Here I am
leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome
burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack,
my silent night, just mash your lips against me.
We are all going forward. None of us are going back.
— Richard Siken, Snow and Dirty Rain (via lipfused)

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Life is meant to be experienced kinesthetically, not just mentally. You were born with a multitude of senses, be intimate with them. Everything around you is vibrating and alive, be alive with it. Be aware of the sounds and the smells. Every thought and every sensation. Whatever arises, just witness it. Don’t get consumed by it. Don’t let it sweep you away. Take refuge in direct experience. Allow everything to unfold as it is, naturally and uncontrived. There is a vividness to life that lies beyond the limits of your mind.
— Loren Frohning  (via alpineblooms)

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