I somehow brought my blog back by accidentally logging with my old info so hi I’m back long time no see
I don’t think that people accept the fact that life doesn’t make sense. I think it makes people terribly uncomfortable.
by David Lynch (via ikeapunx)
(Source: 009821, via oldfilmsflicker)
I love Los Angeles. I know a lot of people go there and they see just a huge sprawl of sameness. But when you’re there for a while, you realize that each section has its own mood. The golden age of cinema is still alive there, in the smell of jasmine at night and the beautiful weather. And the light is inspiring and energizing. Even with smog, there’s something about that light that’s not harsh, but bright and smooth. It fills me with the feeling that all possibilites are available. I don’t know why. It’s different from the light in other places. The light in Philadelphia, even in the summer, is not nearly as bright. It was the light that brought everybody to L.A. to make films in the early days. It’s still a beautiful place.
by Catching The Big Fish by David Lynch (via ceedling)
(Source: sosreelthoughts, via ceedling)
And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
by Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami (via hiddendepthofmind)
This book.
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