Many, many years ago in a sad, faraway land, there was an enormous mountain made of rough, black stone. At sunset, on top of that mountain, a magic rose blossomed every night that made whoever plucked it immortal. But no one dared go near it because its thorns were full of poison. Men talked amongst themselves about their fear of death, and pain, but never about the promise of eternal life. And every day, the rose wilted, unable to bequeath its gift to anyone… forgotten and lost at the top of that cold, dark mountain, forever alone, until the end of time.
If For a Night
by Florence and the Machine
Only If For a Night | Florence and the Machine
(…) It was all so strange
And so surreal
That a ghost should be so practical (…)
Nimit Malavia. I’ve Lost All Memory of The World They Belong To.
Travis Louie.
Burn It Blue - Caetano Veloso & Lila Downs
by Caetano Veloso
Her work is acid and tender, hard as steel and fine as a butterfly’s wing. Loveable as a smile, cruel as the bitterness of life. I don’t believe that ever before has a woman put such agonized poetry on canvas. - Frida (2002)
We Need to Talk About Kevin (Dir. Lynne Ramsey, 2011)
this movie omfg, all the awards!
