Achtung Baby!

July was hot

+ Lolita (1962) Trailer

Humbert meets Lolita

+ Lolita (1997) trailer

Humbert meets Lolita

the landscapes of our pain

/via by way of Brianna

What strange appetites we have
that make us rewind time and summon up
the landscapes of our pain
Tony Hoagland

>The Cardigans: Erase and Rewind/Acoustic

the way I got to help my mother

+ Terms Of Endearment Trailer

If you are lucky in this life,
you will get to help your enemy
the way I got to help my mother 
when she was weakened past the point of saying no
Tony Hoagland

Symphony of EVA: Mother The First Other
Sandra Bernhard: Motherhood

+ Pink Floyd - Mother (Live)

i want to sink into water

Text: Pitter-Patter / Photo

leila: underwaters (one for keni)

of nothingness of everything of never mind

/via Observando

[ Hawksley Workman: Your Beauty Must Be Rubbing Off ]

diminutive romances and the tender pattern of nudity on a hopeless summer night

[ Twilight Sad: And She Would Darken the Memory of Youth ]

Alone with a drowned passenger's shivering child. Darling, this is only a game! How marvelous were my fancied adventures as I sat on a hard park bench pretending to be immersed in a trembling book. Around the quiet scholar, nymphets played freely, as if he were a familiar statue or part of an old tree's shadow and sheen. Once a perfect little beauty in a tartan frock, with a clatter put her heavily armed foot near me upon the bench to dip her slim bare arms into me and righten the strap of her roller skate, and I dissolved in the sun, with my book for fig leaf, as her auburn ringlets fell all over her skinned knee, and the shadow of leaves I shared pulsated and melted on her radiant limb next to my chameleonic cheek. Another time a red-haired school girl hung over me in the metro, and a revelation of axillary russet I obtained remained in my blood for weeks. I could list a great number of these one-sided diminutive romances. Some of them ended in a rich flavor of hell. It happened for instance that from my balcony I would notice a lighted window across the street and what looked like a nymphet in the act of undressing before a co-operative mirror. Thus isolated, thus removed, the vision acquired an especially keen charm that made me race with all speed toward my lone gratification. But abruptly, fiendishly, the tender pattern of nudity I had adored would be transformed into the disgusting lamp-lit bare arm of a man in his underclothes reading his paper by the open window in the hot, damp, hopeless summer night.
Nabokov

+ Cassino: Lolita

The memory of you emerges from the night around me

text: a song of despair

Melody Gardot: Sweet Memory

I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair

Mew: Her Voice Is Beyond Her Years

Don't go far off, not even for a day, because -- 
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long 
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station 
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep. 

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because 
then the little drops of anguish will all run together, 
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift 
into me, choking my lost heart. 

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach; 
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance. 
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest, 

because in that moment you'll have gone so far 
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking, 
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying? 

Pablo Neruda 

without hope

The only way of knowing a person is to love them without hope.

Walter Benjamin

The Godfather Soundtrack: Love Theme

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close."
P. Neruda /via
+ Endless Love

perfect

/via so much love

"Our love may be faithful even unto death and beyond -- yet the world will call it unclean. We may harm no living creature by our love; we may grow more perfect in understanding and in charity because of our loving; but all this will not save you from the scourge of a world that will turn its eyes from your noblest actions, finding only corruption and vileness in you.

Because there is only toleration for the so-called normal. And when you come to me for protection, I shall say: "I cannot protect you, the world has deprived me of my right to protect; I am utterly helpless, I can only love you."

The Well of Loneliness by Radclyffe Hall /via

Angelo Badalamenti: Mysteries Of Love (Instrumental)

Kanye West vs. The Knife: Silent Love

"Silence makes no demands, will infer contentment and profundity."
Tad Friend, Esquire October '93