p r o f e s s i o n a l nobody
I am in a constant mental turmoil caused by my desire to be an adult/have fine things and my need to have my grandmother rub my back while literally feeding me rice and beans.
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THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparell’d in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it hath been of yore;—
Turn wheresoe’er I may,
By night or day,
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
“ It’s about misunderstandings between people and places, being disconnected and looking for moments of connection. There are so many moments in life when people don’t say what they mean, when they are just missing each other, waiting to run into each other in a hallway.
—Sofia Coppola on Lost in Translation (2003)
—Sofia Coppola on Lost in Translation (2003)
(Source: larmoyante)
